Breathing Spaces

Tuesday: Breathing Room

Today is a day to play, and it is a day to stay away.

I ventured yesterday, and wondered if it was a kind of a miracle. No one
tormented me, and no one mocked me.

I wonder if they finally figured out that they are how they treat people.
Their state, their place, their time, their purpose...why get poetic?

I would like to greet people, but it feels like a crime.

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Today, the cats were solemn and grateful.
Last night, they were sad that I went out, but happy when I returned.
They always look like they just lost their best friend.
I feel for them.

Today, I chatted with someone new, a new friend. We talked about pen pals.
I have missed talking to people in faraway places. I think it is fascinating
to write and for people to write back. I think I want to try to do that
through snail mail also.

If there are trustworthy people who are still people, it can work!
People will talk, write, and get along.

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Poetry Month is now almost over. I wonder if I should have written more poetry.
I like waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, it is a while. I am so entranced
by prose these days! Sigh...

I like the poetry of life and the poetry/magic of things, so that counts as well.

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I am listening to new music (& old) again, so I guess I am re-awakening again.
I feel like that spring and summer have to awaken dead things, somehow, like a subtle
resurrection. The people's spirits around me are always dead. Sabotage, lies, and meddling are all like dead activities. I wonder how they can have any excitement living like that?

Even simple and boring things count when you are around anarchical things all around.
What a relief!
Yay!
No meddling at least one solitary day!
Yay!

Americans can be so trying sometimes....