I don't care about stuff. I care about love, family, creation...
I don't want my energy going into this. Maybe I can find a way to do this in a way that doesn't feel sooo negative. Maybe back to my "speak softly but carry a big stick."
I'm just so pissed off at him, especially when I see my kids sad like they were tonight when I had to leave them.
Here's a little ditty-
too much weight though nothing to see just trying to sort the him out from me
I run in my sleep from the feeling of gone wake up to the stillness and up on my toes so the daggers and prickles wont penetrate my bones
And I hear simple songs and it all seems so wrong I spin faster than the earth and I stay in one spot
little guys with tears and I can't assuage I can't make it better watch the innocence just seeping out through inquisitive and increasingly cynical eyes
I'm the one who nursed them kissed the booboos, appeased them held them so close
And now as they spiral into an abyss I do so parallel and toward my own And watch them as we're falling and reach for them But they are just beyond all i can do is watch and flail about
my babies are falling and i don't know where they'll land... just hope to get there first extend my arms and pray I can break their falls.
And where is the big HE? The man in this bunch? Not so eloquent but true, he is out to lunch.
