But let's try some, anyway.
Well, in truth, I started the wee early morning with a healthy fruit smoothie.
But then added more than a justifiable amount of vodka.
Because I am at the kitchen counter,
in a semi-colon (horrid posture!),
at the laptop, HEAVING FOR AIR.
Because all the dirty cops, and hired liars,
and master manipulators, and wealthy wizards
who have mesmerized the world
with their light-forsaken rule...
which has been so, tragically, effective...
...all of that hot-n-steamy,
systemic pile of soulless 💩
bums me out, sometimes.
So, I poured more.
To feel less.
(And of course, we know it doesn't work that way.)
But this *is* how addiction and suicide-ideation starts.
And my sensitive, heaving, semi-drunk ass TAPPED IN...
to the heart-heaving hurt that is happening --
and heightening -- at the weeeeee hours.
The WE hours.
The You and Me hours.
Know that I FEEL YOU.
I wanna reach you,
to assure that it does get greater later, 'gator 🐊.
But it will first, get worse. Hence, the heaving.
Because empaths are grieving, first.
Our eyes and hearts just burst.
For peace and beauty, we thirst.
Until we remember who and what we are...
AND WE DANCE,
AND MAKE RAIN,
AND THIRST NO MORE. 🖤
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.
But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."
Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.
(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)
The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."
This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.
And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.
For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾