Dream Dark Stories

Tag: being

  • A Thought, a Trickling Inkling.

    Here I stand, staring back at all the troubles I started. Times once again where I failed and remise upon the facts that have settled after the dust fell behind my searing soul.

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    I needed you upon reentry and couldn’t find the tether that left me balanced. Instead I suffocated upon the salting fat of the lies I made myself as cushion for my fall. A foolish attempt at embracing my demise.

    I languidly drown in this pilfered quicksand not fighting the outcome or needing an audience. I sink, and sink, and sink.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘KNOW THYSELF’

  • Day Thirteen, January 13th, 2024

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    Pretty sure I’ve mentioned it about hugging the cactus I don’t know who it is I don’t know where it came from I just like the metaphor because that’s what a relationship is. It is a true showing of how much of that cactus whether it be fine, egregious, and needle boring, and a nasty thorn, the vicious kind, or poisonous, and more gentle and positively joyous that we are measured up to. And how tenuous that tether will bow and long it’ll last.

    It’s a matter of what affects you, right? How much power will you give the other partner in your dichotomy of two?

    But then there calls maturity, grace and action or to behold love through peaceful negotiations.

    And to my dismay I found that anytime my partner has more time on her hands than screen time available, I’m finding a need to make myself more present and consistent with being there for her. Meaning even having my phone down and off, regardless if she’s watching something on her phone, there comes a call to make sure I’m not doing anything but awaiting her invitation. A call to make sure that I’m available for when she is no longer busy so now that this is becoming a new thing hopefully I’ll get Saturdays and Sundays in but I don’t know we’ll see.

    Good morning and good night good night and good morning.

    Nosce Te Ipsum