tender heart, arms open to the fallen

I am, i repeat.

it becomes a continous stream, i am-ness.

i am here drinking too

among the christmas day, only-bar-open scene, like cooking w/ a dull dirty knife and no sink.

who knows? a bottled cider, three four screens within eyeshot,

guerilla ...

Acceptance is a process. I think i wrote that before. What i know understand about that starts with a feeling like a slow motion waves gently slamming into me, from the front usually and from the soles of me feet to above my head.

steps to accepting something possibly unpleasant ...

it's not more time to heal, its finally time to heal. surviving is different than healing. first survive, then try to heal. basic stuff.