I’m overwhelmed.
I’m tired.
I need to leave.
I’m overwhelmed. I’m tired. I need to go slowly.
Overwhelmed. Tired. I need to rock.
I need to close my eyes.
I float slowly to the back of my mind in the dark and in the quiet,
Where hills made of past memories roll like the tide in the rainy season on the east coast.
Hard rain leaves no stone dry.
With relentless battering, stones become worn, broken and at the mercy of natures temper.
Through the struggle, regardless of the plight of rocks and ocean, life takes its stand and triumphs.
It crawls beneath the rocks and grows a dense, fuzzy shade of green and waits for someone in need.
Daily Archive for July 12th, 2009
Two nights ago I lay in bed wrapped in fluffy cream lacy blankets beside my best furry buddy Gustav Snuffaluphagus Austin. He had his head on my pillow as always and snored like a grown man. I smiled. Yeah, he takes up way too much room in the bed and on occasion offers up biological warfare, but the amount of help he is to me is indescribable.
With my major issues with sleep he allows me to close my eyes and rest knowing full well I’m being watched over. That is an incredible help that if it were absent I’d .. well, I’d not sleep much. His presence assures me that no one has entered the room uninvited. If there’s a knock at the door I and all my neighbors know about it. Gus is this type of alarm that lets me abandon my fears, close my eyes and sleep. I just don’t know that I could manage fears of my mother coming back without him. I can rationalize that my mother is not standing there because Gus isn’t going off. Yes, it feels like she’s standing there a but with Gus in the house it’s just not possible. Many nights, such as last night, I’ve depended upon this reasoning.
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