My, my, my.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I have never witnessed such a group of dysfunctional people in my life.
I’m talking about American Horror Story, of course. I recently discovered it on Netflix and I must say I’m finding it worthy of my attention. Probably because their lives are so tragic that when I look at my own, it doesn’t seem so bad. Makes it easier for me to get over the small stuff.
Damn! I just spilled the last of the creamer on the floor and I need coffee!
Well, Tate just rapped the love of his life’s mom,
so going without coffee isn’t so bad.
Inspired by the ghosts of yesteryear trapped in the story,
one of them being Elizabeth Short (The Black Dahlia),
I’m presenting to you She Had It Comin’ and Alibi.
She said to me,
“I laid down for a rest and as I lay there, I could hear children screaming, cars passing and the honking of their horns, the loud rustling of paper being crumpled over and over, and an unrecognizable tune lingering in the background.
Suddenly, it all stopped.
There wasn’t a television playing.
The radio was dead silent and the computer’s fan gave only a slight hum.
That’s when I realized that the noise I was hearing….
..was coming from my head.”
(Original Post: Zooming Ahead)As I sat there at Ce Soir Arts listening to Russell Eponym spout literature to us while keeping us toe-tapping happy with Irish songs, something caught my eye. I love pumpkins, for not only are they trademarks for my favorite time of year, it’s considered tradition to display and sample them over two seasons.
“Never go back.”
This was the advice my Pops gave to me long ago when I was contemplating going back to a previous relationship. He was right. Why would I try to hang on to something that was proven to be bad in the first place?
Why can’t we just let the past go?
Like the fall leaf that tries to hold on to Autumn in the photo above called, “Pop’s Gift“, I too try to hold on to the past — allowing it to stunt my growth making it difficult to progress forward.
I don’t want to be like this leaf. I want to let the past go, pressing onward to a brighter season.
It’s what I’ve always called it — that state between awake and falling asleep. But, there’s an actual scientific name for it.
Hypnagogia or in my case last night, Hypnopompic (between sleeping and awake).
This image, Cocooned, is what I saw.
Wrapped in the branches of a tree, I rest like a sleeping baby unaware and uncaring of any negative energy that may be surrounding me.