Thoughts crackle along. Mere skeletons. No flesh in sight. I let them roam. Freely. No food to give them, to grow them.
No need for worry. This too shall pass.
No need for worry. This too shall pass.
On the other hand. Or rather in the other's hands. A cherished moment. A bird. Unwilling to escape. Contrary to me.
A resolve never to torture a single sentient being with my presence grows by the minute. Delusion is a bliss, but I'm too paranoid of a parrot to delude myself any longer.
It is true. I haven't given up. I'm just hibernating.
Recharging patiently.
Hugs&Coffee,
~Josie~