It’s been awhile since I’ve done a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. So here it is.
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This piece is totally stream of consciousness, for better or worse. No editing, except the removal of a period. 🙂
When, feels decades ago, like ocean breezes and warm tides.
When, no longer takes my hand. All of my joints have atrophied and my joy too has disintegrated.
When, echoes in the sound of the barred owl, throughout the night, on his hunt.
When, mistook me, foolish after I fell for an imaginary image of a soul who could love me.
When, danced in the cooling breeze, with leaves shivering from their hold on the trees.
When, is now
or not, perhaps tomorrow.
When, is when I look in the mirror and ante up.
When, yes, now. Time for self-responsibility.
8/27/2017
Sascha Darlington