We live; okie so I’ll write for myself here…I live in an air-tight jar. That Jar is the country, the city, the house, and the company I spend my days in.
As I wait for someone “anyone” to poke holes in the jar if not open so I could breathe better, insane (could be wise for many like myself though) thoughts cross my mind. “God…I have choices, where am I headed if it’s no where I want”
This morning, I freed a bird; it reminded of me and not that I aint free. There was a weird sense of helplessness around 'watching some living thing hardly the size of my palm trying to escape through the closed-glass-windows of my house'. For a brief moment there I may have become some sort of a ‘lord to that bird. :D
Yellow skies and Straw Hats, rhythmic blues of failed hearts
Reminds me of…
(I seriously don't know where that came from :D)
First day of the year and I am De-tracked and hazed as I work through the day plugged to Little Wing.
“Little Wing” is my ‘lord of the day! (hallelujah)
And before my Multiple Lords remind me…THANK GOD…I remember Zulfi – the guy deserves a PLAN; the best there could be. He was a ‘Lord for many…then there was one waiting for him too.
The Jars tight for everyone, I guess.
I miss the winter-sun; but the tubes burn my eyes, gone beyond and over with the system that is sooooo corrupt - it is far from ramifications. Is the ‘Lord watching his Peasants?!!!????!!??
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