Agree.
But to make a life more meaningful, isn’t it wonderful , to sometimes create, and sometimes to destruct. To shuffle, put color, play, insist, resist, question, debate, argue, explore, expound.
Acceptance is convenience. Intolerance is inconvenient, uncomfortable. But don’t we learn each time we bleed. We appreciate the blood we lose, only when we bleed.
When I was a little girl, I was a lovely, smart kid. I was trained to take a path. As I always say, when everyone else wanted me to become a regular burger, even minus the cheese, unconsciously when I was young, and consciously when I was growing up, I am certain, I want, and I am Big Mac.
Perfecting the art of obedience and defiance.
My God has given unto my hands the power to make careful, intelligent, conscientious choices … and reason with destiny.
While I do sometimes, miscalculate risks … as a rule, I perfectly understand, this life I live now, and the only one I have, definitely, certainly, absolutely is not a deck of silly cards.
(... then God sez I have better, bigger plans ... lemme deal with this child.)
(i tried to defy it 4 years ago, so then, 2 years after and beyong ... that was me, this is me ... pledging obedience.)
(Let it be God's.)
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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