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camping as in happy campers. dirt, tents, water, jet skis. bobbing on the warm and wet Lake Mead waters, bobbing and listening to the water lap up against the quiet jet ski. The Hoover Damn glistening in the hot Nevada sun. quiet, calm, breathing in the way of being.
Rocket fuel. Both good and bad. combustion creates force that moves the universe. get too close and the human flesh burns, incinerates. How to stay away from the heat and not get burned. just get some warmth without bursting into flames.
fed up. fed down. fed up with my refusal to let myself be. fed up to the brim. it is overflowing. I am fed up with not allowing myself to write some truly crappy stuff. I gotta get through the crap to get to the rose garden. or whatever flowers I choose to grow. fertilized by my b.s.
GRIEF-an open wound, with the blood fresh and scabbed. Old and new injury to the same place. both of the heart and of expectation and of memory. the loss of spirit breath, the loss of hope, the loss of joy and will. a bruise to the spirit that threatens no healing.