Last week I learned the term “penguin pebbling”…
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Last week I learned the term “penguin pebbling”…
Rather, I wish I was better at conversation so I wouldn’t need to be.
It prowls and paces on the periphery
Of the barrier I erected.
Growls are rumbling from its throat
as it flicks its barbed tail in irritation.
…
This is my history
This is my life’s path winding between these trees
This is the home I was born in
This is the home I will die in
…
Stream of consciousness (falling asleep) on considering a dear friend’s situation.
Hope you find your purpose
I know I am not your purpose, but if your great purpose is to help others, I know I am contributing, as there is no doubt I am stronger for your support
I’m grateful that I can be overwhelmed and still communicate with you
. Hurts .
. Knowing .
. They will disappear .
. Dissolve like the rest .
. Always .
. Eventually .
. Dissolve .
Tonight I look back on my writing adventures that became an inferno over a month ago.
Attempting to process some unpleasant feelings towards some particular people in my life.
There are times we are alone, even when people like to say we’re not. Some things we have to do ourselves, so we kind of are alone. We can still connect with others along the way, but that doesn’t mean they are fighting with us.
Sometimes I feel a little envious of the people who have grown up developing close bonds with extended family members.