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Departures and Arrivals. The dust hasn't yet settled on the torn up trail behind me. Particles still linger in my hair, my teeth and in the air around me like they own me. I wonder, even though it seems like I've dearly departed, if it will ever settle and  I don't necessarily expect it to because maybe it has to sock it to me so no sweet amnesia can shew away the memories of what it was that got me here to this place of growing respect for all the potholes and all the unpaved roads. Driving in the dark tree monsters slide bye one after the other, their silent dialogue giving me the shivers like so many other things in the world do, cold sweat running down my face as the  car rattles and  the music stops and there's only the sound of dripping rain. Tears, like rain aren't separate  from  sweat. They're constanly recycling  and bleeding into one another like night bleeds into day. I get that and I even love that because where does hardship go if  not to tears? Stuffing grief into the cracks of the bodymind is a recipe for sick. I get that too. People may tell ya to take a pill, have a swig, do anything to bully your discomfort away but you sense and you know that you sense and only you can sense what it is you have to do. So you keep on going because what has drinking  the sweet numbing  Koolaide ever done for ya anyway? And it's a relief to come out of the comatose to watch the rose-gold sunrise coming up over your landscape as your gears shift on the broken hill of this awakening; laser sharp beams of light gutting the nonsense out of ya, your feet touching down onto solid  ground  and you feeling shaky but all aglow in your skin and this departure is telling every cell in your body that you have arrived. There will be other departures and other arrivals, other days and other nights but for now, in this moment you have arrived and you don't give a **** about and you're almost grateful for the dust and the  particles and the freaky and the the not so freaky  fallout hovering over ya like a halo 1/2020
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Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 10:00 AM UTC
tara-liz-driscoll
Departures and Arrivals
Departures and Arrivals. The dust hasn't yet settled on the torn up trail behind me. Particles still linger in my hair, my teeth and in the air around me like they own me. I wonder, even though it seems like I've dearly departed, if it will ever settle and  I don't necessarily expect it to because maybe it has to sock it to me so no sweet amnesia can shew away the memories of what it was that got me here to this place of growing respect for all the potholes and all the unpaved roads. Driving in the dark tree monsters slide bye one after the other, their silent dialogue giving me the shivers like so many other things in the world do, cold sweat running down my face as the  car rattles and  the music stops and there's only the sound of dripping rain. Tears, like rain aren't separate  from  sweat. They're constanly recycling  and bleeding into one another like night bleeds into day. I get that and I even love that because where does hardship go if  not to tears? Stuffing grief into the cracks of the bodymind is a recipe for sick. I get that too. People may tell ya to take a pill, have a swig, do anything to bully your discomfort away but you sense and you know that you sense and only you can sense what it is you have to do. So you keep on going because what has drinking  the sweet numbing  Koolaide ever done for ya anyway? And it's a relief to come out of the comatose to watch the rose-gold sunrise coming up over your landscape as your gears shift on the broken hill of this awakening; laser sharp beams of light gutting the nonsense out of ya, your feet touching down onto solid  ground  and you feeling shaky but all aglow in your skin and this departure is telling every cell in your body that you have arrived. There will be other departures and other arrivals, other days and other nights but for now, in this moment you have arrived and you don't give a **** about and you're almost grateful for the dust and the  particles and the freaky and the the not so freaky  fallout hovering over ya like a halo 1/2020
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