like mud...

enlightenment. hmm. i wish i could be enlightened. i have a need to help people. i want to take care of everyone, except me. i suppose i don't want to admit to my problems, face them, analyze them, try to solve them,...

particular imaginative phenomenon. an object of my attention. confined to the information being revealed.

hurt.

i suppose i'm hurt, maybe confused. both probably. conversation. i need to hear things. consequently, i have a preference to the words i hear and accept, but will take the words as valued information desperately needed and use them to bandage the damage done to the core of a being so fragile that a serious traumatic experience such as this has wilted and broken its entirity.

confused?

how can i go on living in such despair? like mud, you may assume. don't assume, but yes. it scratches and coats. it inhibits and crushes. it lays a heavy pressure with its icy hands. it will swallow you and never hive up its winnings. pass it around, like champagne on a holiday.

poison?

no. just pass it around, let it go, de-burden those shoulders of the weight that holds down and suppresses such an avid intelligence and free-spirited soul. grounded? please disperse this pain and handle these bounds.

spread those wings.