Walking down the street is hazardous. I must have a sign on me that says Run Me Over. On the back it says, Stay Safe. The monster idiot drivers of the country are so intent on running people over. And wonder why pedestrians don't get out of their way. With a cocky attitude to boot. While I am struggling to understand it all. Let us name him, Sam. He wondered why I stepped out in front of him. I was simply walking around a parked car. In the meantime, this confusion almost cost me my life. Karma almost had him. Made him open his eyes to the road.
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Screaming for Help
Last night, I yelled that I hated my father, at the top of my lungs, twice. It was a very uplifting experience. My body now aches from that process. It was something that had to happen. My morning walk to HEB was also Grand! I said good morning to half a dozen employees. That, I had never done before. Perhaps my rage from last night triggered kindness. Very interesting concept. Sidenote, my best friend, Lacie, started taking her medicine again! Maybe both of us had an eye-opening experience. Controlled by an overwhelming urge to connect with the twisted fate with time?
By Tambourine Man13 days ago in Poets
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I think being housed inside a big truck can be compared to wearing a uniform. It tends to change a personality a bit.