FD Thornton
I really thought I had slept much longer than I did, but it is barely 4 in the morning. I woke up with a shout because I really had to go to the bathroom, plus I have a sneaking suspicion that my heart or my belly were playing with me as well. So after relieving myself I said, “Why fight It?” So I pulled off all my equipment for sleeping and started jotting down these lines.
The words, “I’ll be your Huckleberry”, keep repeating through my head. As I dive knee deep into what’s troubling me. Trying to free my mind of all these cluttered thoughts that seem to plague us all. I listen to people way smarter than me trying to break down and analyze everything that’s been going on. But sometimes it’s nothing more than a bully simply wanting to break things. And break things they do, causing panic and fear in everyone, much to their enjoyment.
I guess I could retreat to some made up father figure that’s more authoritarian than most, to wipe away my tears. But wouldn’t that be just like giving up the ghost to the bullies that enjoy torturing my soul? In the shape that I am currently in, there’s not much strength left in me. But as I use the tools I’ve been given to fight… fight I must. At the moment I’m pulled away from nature relying on uncomfortable manmade wisdom hoping for the best. But in reality all I really need is a little sun on my face and a gentle wind blowing at my back. To remind me that “this too shall pass” and that through quiet contemplation all will be brought to the light.
The words, “I’ll be your Huckleberry”, keep repeating through my head. As I dive knee deep into what’s troubling me. Trying to free my mind of all these cluttered thoughts that seem to plague us all. I listen to people way smarter than me trying to break down and analyze everything that’s been going on. But sometimes it’s nothing more than a bully simply wanting to break things. And break things they do, causing panic and fear in everyone, much to their enjoyment.
I guess I could retreat to some made up father figure that’s more authoritarian than most, to wipe away my tears. But wouldn’t that be just like giving up the ghost to the bullies that enjoy torturing my soul? In the shape that I am currently in, there’s not much strength left in me. But as I use the tools I’ve been given to fight… fight I must. At the moment I’m pulled away from nature relying on uncomfortable manmade wisdom hoping for the best. But in reality all I really need is a little sun on my face and a gentle wind blowing at my back. To remind me that “this too shall pass” and that through quiet contemplation all will be brought to the light.
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