Saturday, October 19, 2013

These arms of mine

Amazing and frustrating at once, a system you have no recollection of having established is somehow in place.  Undeniably so.  Phantom pain blends with real and you find yourself stuck, literally, arms in the air with your shirt half off.

A system that weaves over the border into information retention, a soul state of denial and negotiation designed to provide you with protection you never asked for.  Knowledge deemed beyond your scope is hidden, watered down with wine until you can handle it.

Despite all the orchestrations, you knew.  Long before anyone else.  You knew what you would never hold again.  Every twinge, pinch, and pull whispered to you and prepared you for what was to come.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's time for your annual blog post. I miss them. --M