Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire __One Percent - 1%__ Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never.



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My Aching Feet
They've seen much more worse for wear but been A walking after midnight for several days (not this morning though; too exhausted and can barely breathe from so many delicious tasty morsels of what _will_ come) and my souls are swollen, even the toes. The damage I did...umm, last year? year before last? to the soles blistering fully have left them very hard and rough. I'm tired of rough. I need a permanent spa. A place of comfort and rain. A place where I can attend to my angels without the stress of frustrating, uneccessary bullshit for no other reason than pride to admit mistakes preventing any forward motion in the wright direction. It isn't worth it. Has it ever been? *did I say that aloud*
I think it should be said out loud! I've been murmuring, mumbling, speaking, signing, calling, writing, listening, supporting...all of it has done nothing but left me in a lurch.
And what the fuck is up with me thinking I could hide in a corner? How stupid! Was I really going to hide my head in some mundane that everyone `round me seems to think is all right? MAD! Bonkers! It was making me bonkers too. It shows on me and my angels...my being drained.
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holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 10:01