‘Truth is I’m still learning to be open about this’ – whoa – even in February

‘Truth is I’m still learning to be open about this’ – whoa – even in February

ah, clouds again

//09:19a + 26 Feb 2021 = Friday morning || ‘Hope’ from Arlo Parks spins on Gabriel’s keXp show, Early – “you are not alone”//

Well, how about this – give it a read –

 Millie tried to talk the pleasure back into being alive
 Reminiscing 'bout the apricots and blunts on Peckham Rye
 Won't call her friends 'cause she's ashamed of being locked into bed
 Can't feel her legs and feeling like a liar at best

<refrain>
 You're not alone like you think you are
 You're not alone like you think you are
 We all have scars, I know it's hard
 You're not alone, you're not alone
 
 You're not alone like you think you are
 You're not alone like you think you are
 We all have scars, I know it's hard
 You're not alone, you're not alone
<refrain>

 You're not alone
 You're not alone

 Started sweating bullets when her dad asked, "How d'you really feel?"
 She said, "I've been feeling like something inside me wants to scream
 Won't call my friends, I'm persuaded that they'll leave in the end
 Can't feel my legs, I'm feeling like a liar at best"
 
<<refrain>>
 
 I've often felt like I was born under a bad sign
 Wearing suffering like a silk garment or a spot of blue ink
 Looking for light and finding a hole where there shouldn't be one
 I cannot communicate the depth of the feeling
 Truth is I'm still learning to be open about this
 But know that I know and you're not alone
 You know that I know and you're not alone
 
<<refrain>> 

Tune yards ‘hold yourself’ – it’s like GT believes the medicine is in the music, eh?

Been noodling a ‘Balance Report’ or ‘The Balance Sheet’ as a snarky ‘well, there’s this – AND there’s that’, in service to my philosophy that the universe is in pursuit of balance. Trans-phobic waste of life vs. Perseverance, the culmination of thousands of talented souls endeavoring to take humanity forward towards a better civilization; that kind of shit. Just not sure how to implement, or if it matters, or if it’s an exercise in spinning my wheels even more. Alas I don’t even know where to start – suspect the current culture of flash news and constant outrage is not conducive to you can be like this, or you can be like that ‘editorializing’ – but I think it’s an idea with legs. Just saying.

my paints the colors of joy and hope. c. Feb ’16, durhamtown

‘Call Me’ from Blondie, as covered by Franz Ferdinand – just … spine tingling-ly unexpected. kiddo is in bed, we played with his building blocks – should we laugh when we fling the little people off the swing? – and I sit back to this choppy thrown together no matter how much I want this to be a coherent statement of frankly anything. So I spin up the archive to this morn’s John in the Morning show ’cause … whatever. and though I’m sure I listened to the show I hadn’t heard this song. so – yay for a second pass along a path you’re sure you’ll enjoy, eh?

So I find photos to share, put together clips that might entertain, rifle through the detritus of a slow burn life. How’s you and yours? hope you can see the sky, and the sky looks this nice for you too.


ciao,
::s::
Respice ad diem hanc“Don’t Forget to Be Awesome”

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