Slow and heavy Ball of worry My hair is falling I should be starving Happiness is the wind All around but out of reach I feel everything draining out of me I want to lay down in the sun for a while I want to remember I can smile Time is happening all at once Life is a second So why do I suffer? Self soothe like a mother Find shelter, take cover Pray the worst is over
On one of the myriad bays along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust at bay I said to Dave because you’ll spend all day gathering 2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry. An undiminished population of humans is risible.
Black spruce and balsam fir, you can eat the inner bark in a starvation emergency. There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry— each orange pith around the stone worth maybe a quarter calorie.
Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits not out yet and to date I have not savored one. Let’s see—dandelion of course and huckleberry but the most important source of sustenance would be seaweed.
Learn your mushrooms! for the protein. Accept the situation come the apocalypse. I struggle against my insignificance but it would be better to struggle against my ignorance.
Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness. That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation there’s a lot you can eat when in need— the hips of roses and the pips of grasses. And an endless supply of seaweed— bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.
It had been a while Even tho no tears were shed I could feel it was a wound tt would possibly leave a huge scar I had no bad intentions when i said it I had no ill meaning when i did it I did it out the pure feeling of longing Out of the innocent feeling of yearning If i had to mke an apology I would be apologising for loving a woman like a lil girl
It was all love at first And that love kept growing n spiraling out of control Every Time my hrt beat ...... i swear i could feel it ...... as if its about to break through the cage Every Time i put my hand on my chest it was as if im trying to calm a mad dog down A feeling i loved n hated Cause Every Time it reminded me of how deep it was How deep the wound was gonna be As i kept replaying the worst case scenario in my head And making more rush decisions In a sad attempt to protect my heart
In the end it didn't hurt At least not at the moment But the longer i sat there the more i could feel the wound opening As if its about to rip my hrt in 2 I clutched at my chest Held on for dear life The laughter echoed in the empty starry nyt Reminisce of a broken heart No, a broken mind As i sat there feeling regret from the words protect your heart.