As a child I would dream of pop and chips
and chocolate bars and CANDY.
The sugar rush that I felt was everything
as I ran around with friends.
Now as an adult I find myself still craving candy
but ones that are less sugar filled, more flavorful.
I like the chocolate bars or straight chocolate
but not very often, only once in awhile.
Too much of a good thing can be bad.
Candy, is a treat and now I find
it lasts forever.
Especially if my kids don’t like it but I do.
Like black licorice. Yay!
The yawns won’t stop.
My eyes do not want to stay open.
My limbs feel heavy and listless.
Coffee beckons but will not sustain me.
The road is long and the weather miserable.
I can not sleep here
or I will freeze to death.
Hopefully a motel will come along soon.
They have discovered a hole
between the cushions.
They are small enough to fit in.
Then they meow.
If only I could remember to get my sewing kit
before they get in to the couch.
One zap and they’re gone!
Their fur stands out in weird patches.
It’s hilarious as it is sad.
They want the love and pets
but zaps are their bane.
Starling them past their limit
in this dry winter air.
The function of a body is to move the various parts
in a coordinated effort to do something.
Such as walking, or talking or waving hello.
Sometimes it can function with a minimal amount of direction
from the higher functioning organ.
Auto pilot for the trained muscles,
such as karate moves or driving the same route to work.
Your brain can worry at other problems
or simply daydream during autopilot.
Then the idea comes and impulses get out of control.
No, running away to Africa is a bad idea.
Yes it is minus 40 Celsius, but still!
When you are too tired to care.
You sneeze and then laugh.
Oh I peed my pants. haha.
I guess I better go home.
I know I have tissues there.
What am I going to do with my problem?
I could have said my life
but that I already know that locomotive is crazy.
I have many problems.
Too many?
Or just the ones that drive me insane.
Wait, be patient.
The kids will grow up and move away.
Someday….
I hope.
My ideas that are forbidden
based on society’s taboos.
Fleeting shower memes
that should be randomly discarded.
Personal opinions about strangers
and their shopping or driving habits.
The most dangerous of all,
the ones telling me how bad I am.
They have lost their weight
and as I gain my mental health
I strive for victory over the guilt
and self doubt.
Some thoughts will come and go
but the ones I know deflect
give me greater self control.
Always charge for your work.
Otherwise they will take for granted
what you have to offer.
Charge them so they see the quality in what you do!
Artists may get great Exposure
but no one will give them money
for their creations.
I wonder if I should become an architect instead?
Seemingly small
Infinitesimal meaning
Wibbley Wobbley
Weird is cheating
Time is fleeting
and no one understands me anymore.
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