"...go to hell, purloiners! you breached my trust...my privacy, both, are sacred to me... what about you? ...is anything at all sacred to you?" ::: ::::: ::::::: It's been three days and more, of crossing fears...thinking, how easily......and suddenly... one's precious worded gems, could be exposed to strangers' eyes... to think that private thoughts can no longer be private, is infuriating... how does one deal with violated privacy? i'm ailing...while drowning in dim streams .....all assurances, now disputed all negative possibilities considered i'm paranoid...the devil is winning...
the stomach sympathizes with a disconcerted mind growling its discontent creating deleterious acids...
mad, upsetting hours stay for a while holes must be mended or patched... what was disorganized ...must be straightened got to start from scratch
these past evenings, i trod through hot valleys bright with fire burning with anger and disgust ...for, i felt betrayed, never have i been this way before,
.....i must go back to the water.....
slowly............i wait, 'til i can look past those trees, those walls....those worlds outside, and from them, create a swinging hammock tied on two coconut trees~~~then feel a mist from a not so far clear, blue ocean feel the breeze whisper its magic spell to cool and melt the fires within be at peace with everyone with everything...
i must take hold of that space where i'll float...and i'll forget where i'll toy with the ripples and be overcome with ~~~~moments of zen~~~
Sally
...i keep on scribbling, even when i'm angry, 'til i get to that moment of calm.