that is, i have unprocessed information swirling around polluting my subconscious.
it's really annoying to admit that!
i just give my heart too easily. and then i never want to take it back. but there are several pieces i need now- i think i left one in the west end, one a few blocks from here, one on the other side of the world, and possibly one in a dumpster in east van. too many years ago to recall.
mostly i don't care. i go on, smiling and waving my arms in the air, sometimes screeching like a lunatic or weeping into a pillow for a bit, but always resurrected to the person i am (determined to be).
i don't forget who steers the ship.
shatner who?
love. that made me cry. well said, well written.
ReplyDeletei'd like my pieces back too :[