I'm baffled by my inability to breathe in a seemingly well ventilated room. The silence is more than stifling, it's suffocating. A red-blooded human cannot survive inhaling the stale fumes of surrender emanating from the depths of this beige hell I've been sentenced to.
I pray for revolution.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
LOVE the imagery! So know the feeling they bring up as well...:(
ReplyDeleteThank you! I've made a decision & the awful feeling this brings up will be very useful as motivation!
ReplyDeleteYEAH for making decisions!
ReplyDeletesooo .. are you decorating?
ReplyDeletei drink wine when painting *sigh ... gives me courage to lift the brush after a decision that seems scary at the time ...
yes, silence can be stifling ...
I have chosen the paint & now the long haul to change my life's decor begins. Wine is always good but I am using the stifling silence to bolster my courage.
ReplyDeletethen you are changing the silence, which is all it ever asks ... to serve you not to stifle ... let it do its job, my lovely! now do yours! x
ReplyDeleteFor revolution, there is much (humbling) inspiration in the world right now.
ReplyDeleteDouble edged sword that inspiration. I am blessed to be allowed my own personal revolution. Thank you so much for visiting me!
ReplyDelete