Safely and softly, I sustain my dignity here in this small space. No more loud voices of others and no more touch. I will breathe the gentle air and only have some rare caress with my sweet feline beast. He has become more independent at the right time. He jumps and leaps happily and I show my love by caring for his every need. The wind blows outside, and I make a few days in my bride. Adopting a new way to relate to the world outside is the mind wheel that I am spinning in this week. Body malady has brought me this time to think and be at peace with even one minders who wish to intrude. I just bat away those who wish etre telepathique. Je voudrais silence pour maintanent. Je voudrais poix. Light French brings the doorways I need closer and locks the ugliness, uncivilized tongue, and boarish nonerudite thinking and behavior away. Civilization is not civilized. The evil of speech about other is too much for my sore soul to bare. I wish to wish all well, but I also wish for consequences for violational behavior. It is a difficult space to lay one's hat. I am different and now you all see I can be even more different than you all believed. Vie 112
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