..getting really good at this solitaire game of existence. the sleeping platform is ever so wide, the kitchen cupboard stays stocked the same, the mental quirks multiply...i've no need of interpersonal chaos for the memory of it alone is enough to defy all logic. ...happy here in my own personal disaster wherein bloated reptile bodies and the pungent dust of a million prayers populate these ever narrowing days..
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you've got me. i'll leave my husband lickety split and come sleep with you in your bed. keep you warm in the winter and cook marvelous dishes. i just won't clean up much. but we can hire somebody to do that twice a month and i will keep it up in the interim.
Move over rareworlds, lets make that a snuggly bug threesome!
Narrowing, definition of who we are not anymore, is usefull in sculpting out our grandest vision of self, and No, You don't have to miss out of any of these little Joys Doriandra dear, all things flow n sequence, and jumping the que, can be disasterous when we are looking at the big picture rather that the sparkly intermittent rewards, can be like sugar, where the energy wears off after 10 minutes, Faith, and hope, together can be irrepressible elixar, and yes, our time will come, for this is one of those rewards that will out shine all the diamonds of the Earth, yes...
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