It's where the rabbit hole of thought lead this morning as a helpful break from the overthinking of self and societal grunge that too often appear... so I'll take it. Refill the coffee cup, Gobbledygook meet rabbit hole, have at it...
The Big Loop
Life in Atrophy
Maybe that's the reason why this works for some so well, finding that the biggest mountain to climb is the one that crawls so deep.
Larger Than Life
Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
Winchester’s Ghost
That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
Just Don’t Stay
What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
Children of the Scorn
We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed
This was the place for my long talks, the ones I couldn't find people to listen to.
The Judgements
It comes from the very things we are trying to hide, our biases, our expectations, and our fears.
Lose Yourself
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
Planting Whispers in the Soul
Teasing is humility's hammer, it is the great destroyer of egos, and the builder of acceptance.
The Thought Catalog
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
Better People
It is the forgiveness, and acceptance that was developing for yourself was also developing for others, was coloring in their silhouettes.
The ID-Entity
"I had to diminish myself on every level, and I became extremely effective at it."
Life’s Symphony
Those frequencies play a music, a life symphony that we are often unaware of, but one that we play in, and conduct from, our own lives mostly unconsciously.
That Familiar Stranger
I expected my childish behaviors and wallowing to win out and comfort me in my pity blanket.
Tempests Follow 