a dream is an answer to a question we haven’t yet learned how to ask
posted in misc, sketches by catherine
pen practice…
In the wake of healing brokenness, I find myself extremely distracted by a brain that goes in circles on the same highly fueled subject. UHG.
Yes, uhg is a highly fueled subject. And that song, Brass In Pocket, is really stuck in my head. Gunna make you, make you, make you no-o-tice. Nothing special’s been happenin’, just work and x-files and cleaning and taxes, all with the undertones of uhg lately but with time… hoping that’ll change.
Oh. And my car has been recalled for suspension problems. But for some reason they want to check my car at the dealership we bought it from… which just so happens to be hundreds of miles away. So once things are settled here a little better, I’ll try to find some time to get up to IL and pray to some car deity that the suspension is fine, or at least fine enough for another big trip.
You can pray too, even if you’re not all that spiritual. Really, I don’t mind. Not at all O_O;
I’ve zig-zagged all over America and I cannot find a safety haven, say – would you let me cry, on your shoulder? I’ve heard that you’ll try anything twice. Close your eyes.
Was wondering where I picked up that phrase.
EDIT: SPIDER CRICKET SIGHTING. Small one, in the bathroom, on my dirty jeans. No. No. No. I grabbed a shoe and squished it to death. If they’re back, if they’ve found me again… I will show no mercy this time. Not this time, not this place!