When was the last time you stood still? For a moment, a minute, an hour?
I just stood on a hill, engulfed in mist. I released the chill on my arms, the rage in my bones, the quiet in my breath. I saw a friend drive away in frustration. I saw the deer cross a street plagued with buses and other fast moving predators. I saw the sky glow orange like a rabid furby.
I’m trying to find the balance between compassion, separation, ego.
English, like a badly trained puppy, still hasn’t learned to do any of the tricks I want from it.
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Balance is never easy to achieve. But I wish you luck on your quest.
I myself have a tough time seperating myself from others. I’m either with friends so much I lose myself, or I’m alone so much I have no direction.
I was not frustrated. Just confused as to where you went, both your mind and body. Well, I guess that is frustration, as much as I don’t like to admit it.
But you know that I’ll try to understand. Disappearing can be a nice thing. However, I gave up trying to understand you a long time ago.
Colin, you are loved. Just thought I would remind you.
“It is not the spoon that bends, it is you.”