Its difficult to see yourself: just a turkey, swashbuckling on the edge of a menacing thought. I try to let things go but they come back and hit me on the head. Over and over like a toy with a paddle and ball.
I am good. At least I thought so. I am smart, at least a handful of experiences proved so.
But can I be fair to myself. To the one I love. Can I be fair in the face of evil…reach out with the stick, to the antagonize-r and let him smack it out of my hands…
Holding onto that stick burns. I tremble, my turkey head explodes.
Roommate issues, professional and personal states wiped up and down, directionless.
Cool it says the Witch. I love the part in movies when the villain surprises you and reaches out to be your friend.
Evil, anger, jealousy, general lousiness, futility, fragility…heaven save you and I from the petty pebbles that plague our silky minds.
Put on a good one, a soothing one and cool off.
Seven breaths for at least seven times.