ANSIR® Profile: Empath / Healer / Empath
Boss: Empath

Time In My Hair

Time is flying by and I feel it through my hair cool and fresh like it wasn't used properly...

and I wonder if my time is too short or perhaps I want to end the long story...cut my hair and chicken out...leave this world of sadness punctuated slightly by moments of pleasure...tastes of joy and mouthfuls of satisfaction. Oh, I push time hard trying to make each moment full and alive;

so hard that I cannot rest when I sleep because time then pushes me harder than I reallize until I come down on myself and see the truth...or maybe the falseness of my guilt for being too tired to cook my son a real meal...like mom always did even when she looked like something the dog drug into the house all worn..tired and empty...but such is the life of a mother who forfetis being a woman and gives up on the girl in her except when she stops long enough to let herself play with her son who wants to nurse forever either literally or figuratively..no boundaries...no walls...no self. I want to find the perfection of life...the clean wooden floors of endless rooms, uncluttered lika mind with no dirty laundry to process until it's shredded into threads that stretch and tangle through the night over my face and into the crotches of my fingers lost again...lost again. Blinded by cotton threads that almost smother me and tie me tight bound deftly to attitudes and fears and guilts that I want to light with a match and watch them burn lightly up one thread to another to another...breaking all black and fine powdered...releasing me pure again...awake in the moment...fully aware of the smell of the phoenix...time in my hair.

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