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May I have a slice, please? Plain would be fine... a plain slice of happiness no sir, I don't have Cancer or MS, I'm not not a paraplegic or quadriplegic, haven't served my country and lost limbs, I'm nowhere near as heart sore as so many, my plain pain is just - plain but powerful in a plainly powerful way is it possible that when I feel that life has taken a nose dive when it crashes, I'd prefer to sink than swim? is that ok? hope so. drown in molasses of every day, try that an any age, struggle with every decision made, wrestle with forces that come at you from every side of life... wry smile, wry groan, there is no explaining, when you chose one thing over another it is one that missed out that, of course was... is my heart shattering, my tiresome immobility, lessened because it is unseen on the outward unbound, leeward side? is plain pain somehow insufficient, lacking in character? the delirious mystery of my thoughts doesn't need spicing, oregano or basil, sympathy cards, and tsk tsk cluckings.... but the steady erosion of exhaustion weakens me in ways that leaves me asking, hoping, for just a plain slice of happiness how can that cost so much?
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
unseen on the outward unbound, on the leeward side
May I have a slice, please? Plain would be fine... a plain slice of happiness no sir, I don't have Cancer or MS, I'm not not a paraplegic or quadriplegic, haven't served my country and lost limbs, I'm nowhere near as heart sore as so many, my plain pain is just - plain but powerful in a plainly powerful way is it possible that when I feel that life has taken a nose dive when it crashes, I'd prefer to sink than swim? is that ok? hope so. drown in molasses of every day, try that an any age, struggle with every decision made, wrestle with forces that come at you from every side of life... wry smile, wry groan, there is no explaining, when you chose one thing over another it is one that missed out that, of course was... is my heart shattering, my tiresome immobility, lessened because it is unseen on the outward unbound, leeward side? is plain pain somehow insufficient, lacking in character? the delirious mystery of my thoughts doesn't need spicing, oregano or basil, sympathy cards, and tsk tsk cluckings.... but the steady erosion of exhaustion weakens me in ways that leaves me asking, hoping, for just a plain slice of happiness how can that cost so much?
just what I needed, pleaded for, wept for in silence
helen
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helen
Australian
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
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