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The rose bush blooms bright with great fragrance.
What began a as a bud grows larger and opens.
It declares its joy with beauty and perfume.
As time passes the bud’s color diminishes.
Its aroma fades.
The bloom wilts and shrivels.
It falls from the stem, dead and dreary.
This is not the end for the rose, only the bloom.
The plant endures and blooms again and again.
The seasons move from Spring to Summer and into Fall.
Life changes, evolves, and moves on.
I'm feeling my age, because the first thing to come to mind was the 'cone of silence' from the old Get Smart show. It's astounding how much things have changed since then. I wonder what Smart would think of things today, him and his shoe phone.
Bottles lined upon a shelf, filling the bottom of a bag, little stashes of rescue medications, pain pills, muscle relaxer, etc scattered around, so that they are close at hand; these are the things I need to get through the day. Not everyday, some days I manage with no pills, others I take as much as allowed and still curl into a ball of pain and try so very had not to cry. Migraine is not just a headache, it is a neurological pain disorder and mine is chronic. The pills are the balls, the pain is the chains, Migraine is my tormentor; I am a prisoner and cannot escape. I carry the villain around in my brain, waiting to pounce, waiting to strike, waiting to take more of my life and my happiness from me. The brain-fog and med-fog even manage to seal away what I hold most dear, me, myself, my soul, and my mind. Migraine is the monster I cannot slay.
Nerves strung tight
Patience stretched thin
Hope fading
Love endures
Life is not always easy
Live it as best you can
Do not let the difficulties define you
You are more than you are so long as you believe
He took another gulp of his drink and asked an odd question that had been on his mind. "So... if carpenters get paid by the foot... Do male porn actors get paid by the inch?"
His friends sat in stunned silence for a moment before erupting into riotous drunken laughter.
"Hey, I've always wanted to know!!"
Maybe it has to do with the part of the country I grew up in or my the way I was raised, but when the National Anthem is played I stand, with my hand over my heart. I sing along in my tone deaf way. I put my heart into it and often even tear up.
It drives me crazy and makes me so angry when other people don't stand and place their hand over their hearts. Oh, some stand and clasp their hands behind their backs, but that seems sort of patronizing and insincere to me. I won't even mention the ones who sit and continue to chatter away about their mundane lives while a song dedicated to those who shed blood for the creation and continuation of this country plays in the background of there nattering voices.
As I said, perhaps it's just me...
"So, it would be like this car wash thingy, but only for dogs. And we could call it the Dogmatic 2000 or something." Naruto's slurred speech paused for a half a second and then he started to ramble on again. "Akamaru could be our spoke's dog and..."
CLICK Kiba hung up the phone and sighed. Shino pulled him back into the 'spoon' of his body. Kiba sighed again.
"We have got to get him a new lover..." Akamaru huffed at him and rolled over onto both their legs to make his opinion of being woken up in the middle of the night crystal clear.
Not the real meaning of the word, but this is what it inspired.
The moment when your fingers touch the keys and your muse takes flight, but in the wrong direction. She flees as if you mean to kill her and you are left staring at a blank screen uncertain how to begin.
A crossroads, a moment in time when we turn from one path to find another. It is the moment when regret is born. We are born to regret. Creatures destined to be unhappy with where we are.