A Way

There has to be a way out of this stalemate.


Is it just me who’s feeling the beckoning of desire up against the drag of communication? Doesn’t seem to be productive in any way – this attempted “fight no more forever” deal breaker between the ex and I. I’d be all for putting down arms, and basically have – but him: he seems to embody what it means to entrap, con, manipulate and belabor. Bah! Move along I say! Move along to a time in your life where you’re actually living it out in the scope of what it means to be you; not me, not through our child.

More about me: about how I can alter perspective, how I am able to accept life and change it into a fine pair of spectacles for viewing it through. Of how I choose to accept language – language of love and life and of dispelling fear. Fear governing much of what happens – that we might not account for enough, harbor too much pain to be inoculated against it and at some point, after years of treading life’s waters, that we might not have enough air to breathe until we get to shore. Silly fear. Such a waste.

You know what was exciting about Ginger being the barefoot temptress and askew chanteuse on an island? It was that she trod her own desire in light of the circumstances of her train-wreck existence. For a character designed on sarcasm and a sharp tongue, my identity met its match and then it transcended to another level, as dear Ginger donned her gown and traipsed into the next melodramatic scene. I effortlessly apply too much thought into what it means for something to have meaning.

Open mouth and express a new found liberty of perspective and wishfully waiting to hear feedback, I sit.

The circle-‘round effect is squared off at the shoulders of making peace with my demons. Most of whom have already vacated the premise, but still – a few remain. They may always be the stow-away kind to “poke” attention to things that should have died long ago; ideas, thoughts, memories, etc. Acknowledging them just enough to kick them out of the way. They’ve been worried over enough – given enough time and energy and no longer are they mine. They just happen to reside in the deep, dark voids of my brain.