Inward, imagination collides – silent conversations with self, what we said or wished, where we should or shouldn’t have ventured.
Conflictification – baring all, hiding all, revealing all that makes us tick or leaves everyone wondering if we tick at all (hint – everyone is NOT wondering, they’ve their own rock filled backpack to carry).
Of course we all tick but we don’t all click – in our own minds let alone with each other. Change is a struggle and not-to-change is too prison-like to tolerate – we need to pour it out, or spill it slowly, a few drops at a time or the whole freakin’ bucket. Empty page is not like an empty room – no peace, no solitude – no soft music, no view out a window, busy brain never breaks …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/34F, breeze and bright – a few clouds and too much blown debris on brown grass to look/feel spring like, everywhere we walked needs a hosing off or a spring shower ..