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J. M. Starino |
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reset priorities a friend says a hello i receive her email so this got me to muse still writing is something i do with more of a fit in or a poetic letter each new day some days good some days tired each new day a difference towards less anxiety personal get beyond the questions unanswered and the road that journey's path since now with the dearly depart my father my mother's partner more than a son i have become adjust to this new duty strap it tight backpack i rise for a break a few minutes some hours of my own the email inbox backs up it is great i have more new friends risks i do take now it seems i read on the fly for those of you who have not heard nor have heard from me it is not to ignore that is not my core to ones i speak as best we meet i listen still there are questions since we have this time let me ask have you ever been shot bullet rip through the sinews cartilage cartridge eject miss the spine miss the heart shatter top of left shoulder blade to tell you the truth i have not though the one thing i compare which i will not go into too much detail we take so much life for granted i wish you to tell me one not relate to the other just thank you for this for you to listen time there are those feelings to sort it would have been one thing to just have my father expire in a setting i would have been prepared for he had been in the hospital and the doctor tells me it is a matter of time it is one thing to find him dead yes dead is another no breath no chest movement to look like he was asleep his mouth open i do not hear the snore it is great to trust that life will continue have fun i do then there are other days so i say i have another badge on my armor that slowly turns color from black to green when the rage is relieved to bury someone is one thing to find the unexpected the life expired when a few moments before he was alive is another so even though you may never have been shot have you just opened the door to find a loved one depart anger management if you please would you take the voice that is the disease of my mind buy it a plane ticket so it can take flight away the rest of the physicality defuse the nasty chatter that just blathers on on on excrete it from my right ear so give myself a rest since it needs its own diminutive attachment to someone cold of heart lifeless of being clueless in their own right it wishes to suck the prospect of progress and fun bless hear with everyone so give my mind a plane ticket that seeks to distract how much more to subtract when proclivity beckons to charm massage create love encourage that peace of mind to quiver before that piece of mind you will receive |