Antidote please

~ when you expect rain and get buried in a hailstorm.

Sometimes I wonder. Wonder what? Let me ARTICULATE: "Why I am able to hypnotise the savage beast AFTER I've been bit?"

There's no gain in it. The venom just sends a blood rush to the head. When on days like these, it seems to congeal. Not a common medical condition yet I see it more often than not.

Perceptions deceive.

No, I do not. I see a lot of things, know a few things better. "Know thyself?" Easier said than done.

I talk to angels. Now I've begun to wonder who sent them and why? I mean all good girls need a vice. That does not mean we want to be strangled by illusion.

Just lately, I've been practising my language skills. Yes, I have to admit that I am now dreaming in one, talking another, and thinking in the third. It's got me running in circles. Conclusion? Mathematics is the one true language. How fantastically dull. (At least not fun.)

The universal language is L💜VE

Prove its existence. Graffiti it onto the side of a mountain. If complex questions give you a headache, this one is a killer.

Pulling apart a life seems much easier than building one up from the wreckage. Seems we've lost the pages of the guidebook. Spilt coffee on the map. Asking for directions from anywhere but here. Looking to the future, living in the past.

Cynical sister is screaming in one ear. Well, it is the month of May.(be?)

Enough said. I have a birthday soon. May😘 I add that this is the quiet before the storm.

Did I just make a statement off topic?

This is me. No robot gets this tongue-tied on the topic of love. Love is the drug that pulls me under. Like each "single" person in the world, I admit that love is scary. It is beautiful. So beautiful that I'd rather gaze in wonder than enter the playing field. I have loved and been loved. Adored and cherished. So now I refuse to get up that pedestal. It tends to crash and break. One word, one action, and you're lying in the dust.

That something so tender can rip you apart. Leaving you hollow. Until the next time…

That's the venom I need. The rush of nectar down my throat. Hoping not to drown. Knowing with every fibre of my delicate thread that I might.

So much for the "dragon slayer".

"if I kill your demons, can I call you mine?

when they lie writhing on the floor, would there be time -

if I make the sacrifice, will it suffice?"

It's official, the dragon slayer can be folded back to a square or rolled into a tube. Life really is all about perception and beliefs. So, no one is always right, or wrong. We just are.

Subhuman friends, aim higher. We'll get a little scorched, at least we'll be on fire.

Stay h🔥t, stay sane and keep the course.

Resigner

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