Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

It’s funny, isn’t it?
When the earth starts to show
And reflect something similar to
The hell that you imagine?

This is the sky today
Where I live
While the sun was still shining.
What you see
In this picture
Is the smoke
Obscuring the blue
That is trying it’s hardest
To show itself true,
But is instead
Choked before fruition.

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Hope you can keep far enough away from the fires. The smoke screen is bad enough without the localised fire to go with it.

Keep safe.:kiss:
 
The fires surrounding us will hopefully just be a nuisance to my lungs and won’t get close enough to cause a true panic.



I will, thank you 💜

The air has been horrible, hasn’t it? On Wednesday, the sky here was orange. It looked like something out of a dystopian science fiction movie.

Definitely stay safe.
 
I miss the way it was
When I still felt new to you,
And that need
To feel wanted by you
Was fulfilled by just knowing
That you thought of me
And saw me.

Now I feel different.
As time has passed,
So has my need for more.
I long to feel
The acknowledgement
That I do bring something
Worthwhile to your life.

If I don’t,
The gap will fill itself,
The way it does.
 
I miss the way it was
When I still felt new to you,
And that need
To feel wanted by you
Was fulfilled by just knowing
That you thought of me
And saw me.

Now I feel different.
As time has passed,
So has my need for more.
I long to feel
The acknowledgement
That I do bring something
Worthwhile to your life.

If I don’t,
The gap will fill itself,
The way it does.


Hey Moochie. I can relate to these words.
 
One of the exercises
My therapist has suggested
Is to write
“I need...”
Over and over
Until the sentence finishes itself.

I need...
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need the courage to finish this sentence.
 
One of the exercises
My therapist has suggested
Is to write
“I need...”
Over and over
Until the sentence finishes itself.

I need...
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need the courage to finish this sentence.

Lol. Don’t we all.
 
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need to know that it’s going to be alright.
 
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need...
I need to know that it’s going to be alright.

I can’t...
I can’t...
I can’t...
Assure you that it will.
But I do know
That you’re strong enough
To persist.
 
There was a time before
When your hands were never felt
Hard against my body,
When our lips didn’t know the craving
They have to press together
The way they do now.

There must have been a previous experience
When my body didn’t instantly fold
And fall into yours
With the sound of your voice
Telling me I’m your
Good Girl.

There certainly was a past
When we didn’t and couldn’t imagine
The intimacy that can be felt
By simply placing my hand in yours.

We know there was a before us...
Before a kiss in a hallway we’ll never visit again,
Before an innumerable amount of hundred mile drives to hold each other,
Before a million memories and slow blinks,
Before a living list that only gets longer,
Before a night together where ‘and you know,’ became something else,
Before an Oak held a Daisy...

We know
There was a before...
But we also know
That it never will be before again.

And now I wonder,
Will there be an after?
 
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Sleeping for longer than three hours is something people must be able to do...
The human body can only take so much.
 
Sleeping for longer than three hours is something people must be able to do...
The human body can only take so much.

3 hours is not sustainable. I manage on around 5 hours a night for just over 3 weeks, then get a few longer nights to catch up, but still find myself nodding off when I shouldn’t.

Take care of yourself sweet girl.
 
In the end

She rolled onto her side to look at him
Up on an elbow,
Front of her body resting against
The side of his comfortably
As he lay searching for patterns on the ceiling.
Her free hand ran absently
Back and forth over his clavicle.

“I never thought about it,
You know?
When we started all this,” she said.

He raised a question in his eyes.

“I didn’t ever think about us
Being doomed to an unhappy ending
From the start,” She clarified,
Not allowing her tears to fall,
But rather feeling them collect
And cling to the brims
Until they started to spill out
And over her cheeks.

He sighed replying,
“I know, Kitten.”

He wiped the tears from her cheek
With his thumb.

“Neither did I.”
 
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