The trick we often forget - Breathe!

As Shirley Manson said in the nineties - "The trick is to keep breathing."

A riddle:

What is lighter than a feather, yet no man can hold me for more than sixty seconds? Am I thought or am I air? Neither. It's a trick question. I am breath. Try arguing with your computer that air IS breath. You'll be wasting your own.

What I miss most:

Besides the noise outside my bedroom window, airplanes, and the constant thud of the latest rave. The noise in my head sometimes takes some time to settle. I have been told that I often "astral project". Can someone please train me to stop? It's weird and it makes me eat in the middle of the night. (No, not to cope, no binge-eating, just a sugar lullaby). I don't understand that one either. Last time I ate in the middle of the night I had a really good reason 🫂. None of your business.

Mistakes exist only to teach us a lesson. See it as free tuition for life! I do suggest learning from them - having the rug pulled from beneath one's feet is not pleasant. Commit to making fewer, less painful errors. We err, as we are. Sometimes karma has no sense of humour.

Four words to create a story: Red, Corset, Carbon, and She.

I really need a better class of friend. One who dislikes daring me, and whose head is not in the gutter? Well, post-covid that is a high order…

So here goes nothing:

Sitting in a phone booth. Corset black, bleeding red. Seeing the night pass me by.

I will not forget, how you made me feel tonight.

Like, what do you see? Want to play with me?

I'll take you down the carbon path, were you a braver man.

Sometimes I know I lose the thread. It is my way to let go of constant dread.

Sitting under a blood moon, wondering why?

One day in fall, I followed the dark.

Memories screaming at me, driving me away.

Corset now red, chipped carbon nails.

Brittle. When I want to be bold.

Fin.

*Nadine Wessels does assert intellectual copyright.

The same four words, REVAMPED

See these carbon nails dig into your skin.

See my armour, dripping with blood.

SHE is no more, there is only me.

Cocktail dress and kisses that taste like strawberries. The sweetest thing you've never had.

You want a star? I live in the sky.

Where I reign.

Rain catcher, rain maker - it is all the same.

Your flowers died. A dreadful sin.

Guess you'll need to find another way in?

As you hate my taste in love, you'll still taste me after I am gone.

Absorb the threat, but do not run.

Moving targets? Adds to the fun.

Especially since I found you gone.

*Resigner does have a metal heart. Not her fault, F.Y.I. She's a ticking clock, with the X-RAY to prove it.

Well thanks for that, I guess there's a reason I am called "cold as ice". I do thaw without decay. Just add warm water. Just another 2min noodle girl. Bad jokes will be the death of me. As previously stated, I need quality company.

For those of you still reading, thank you for your patience 💜

Need I say more?

Resigner

#justmoveforward

The times are "a-changing". Again. Someone, please stop that bloody timer.