Hey, Are You Done with that Dryer?

Yay! She’s back!

Living a Beautiful Life

You better know when you’re swingin’ ’round the room
Looks like magic’s solely yours tonight

Heat hits my skin, reaching, catching tumbling fabric

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood

Sharp metallic bites, feel for denim seams instead

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in bed till dawn with you

Tossing sheets overhead, folding corners-to-corners

You got so many colors make a blind man so confused
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

Stacking on top of delicates, protected by pink mesh bags

My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway

Towels, plush bordeaux, sinking into deep seaweed green

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one if I can’t get down with…

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For you…

This is such a beautiful post I had to share it.

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S/W Ver: 9E.03.39R For you all!!!

I just wanted to say thank you to my new followers and to the ones that have been here from the start…The ones that I call my family…I appreciate you all so very much…

Thank you all for sticking with me when I am to ill to be on here…The ones that leave notes checking in on me…You all have a special place in my heart…♥♥♥

THANK YOU ALL…☻☻

Huggggs

Suzette

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Greetings From the Loony Bin

Great post!

A Buick in the Land of Lexus

brain

When my therapist advised me to check into a treatment center, all I could think of was how wonderful it would be to go somewhere restful and sleep abundantly.

It’s exhausting fighting for every second of your life.

“Treatment center” is therapist jargon for “mental hospital.” I prefer the romance of “loony bin.” It comes from the word “lunatic,” derived from “luna.” There’s something comforting in the antiquated notion that I, like vampires and werewolves, am simply the victim of changing phases of the moon.

I have an ongoing fantasy of electroshock treatments cauterizing the endless loop in my brain. No “and how does that make you feel?” for days and months and years; just a flip of a switch; current flows; I am healed.

It takes a giant leap of faith to presume that a degree and a shingle guarantee someone will possess the empathy, patience, understanding…

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A Skeleton in the Attic – Part Two-

One day the little boy and the skeleton were dancing.

The Skeleton tripped over the trunk the little boy used as a seat.

The Skeleton fell very hard.

His legs and skull cracked and shattered.

The little boy quickly gathered as many pieces as he could find and laid them in a shaft of dusty Sunlight that came through the window.

The Skeleton sighed, “I shall have to go back to being a dead skeleton.”

The little boy cried and kissed the fresh crack in the skeletons forehead.

When his lips touched the skull it became fleshy and warm.

The little boy laughed with joy,  “You’re a real person now!

“No,” the skeleton replied, “You’re kiss and tears gave my last moments true life. When you leave the attic I will be gone and you must never return. But you will remember this moment so when you meet other skeletons you will not be afraid to touch and love them.”

“But I will be alone again. “ The little boy cried.

The young man knelt and smiled at the little boy.

Illustration for 'A Skeleton in the Attic' depicting a little boy saying good bye to the Skeleton who is now a young man.
The young man knelt and smiled at the little boy.

“You will never be alone again. Your world is full of skeletons that want to live and dance. Your love has conquered your fear of skeletons and made you brave. Now you will take your love to the skeletons of your world and give them life”

 

(c) Rob Goldstein, 2017 All Rights Reserved

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