It’s awkward to lessen to my online friends exist with one another. It is like a silent slap in the face of how isolation can change a person to a creature.
I don’t think it’s too much to expect your former partner to let you know they are going to be four hours late picking up their own child. I’m not mad just disappointed, for our kid.
I find waiting for dawn to peak through my curtains charming. Like the universe is telling me it’s okay to sleep now. A promise fulfilled by the cosmos but not the gentle hand of humanity. The birds singing are the most simple lullaby.
The fireworks tonight were not that bad. I expected a lot more noise outside. I did notice the streets were quit, even the bowling alley was closed. It was honestly kind of spooky in its own right, where were people gathering without me what did I miss. Either way happy belated fourth brothers and sisters.
I remember when I was young and my parents would yell at each other of what arguments happened I would sing out loud to try and stop it. I think that’s when I learned that music held weight in manners that are often unkind, even to separate a moment between two people that never loved each other.
Tides change without celestial construct fixations on the moment. I often fixate on the way the world decides to move around me. Sometimes it’s respectful and merciful, most times it’s a test of unacceptable endurance. I expect nothing less of its examination of the spirit.
@big_tanium Depends on the situation and who I’m talking to? If it’s someone that I know does not use this platform I always call it Twitter, but most of the time I referred to it as X.