How do you like to get out your poison?
All your bad feelings and angers.
It’s like each person you interact with during the day, is a giant jar of marbles.
And they drop a couple into your jar, each time you interact.
Marbles might have different colors.
Some blue, some green, some kindness, some anger, some humor.
It’s frustrating .
All those marbles land on your marbles, and the colors start affecting each other…
You might have started out blue, you might have started out a wispy, seafoam green…
But by the end of the day…
Red.
Black.
It’s not rocket science, or astrology, or spirituality..
It’s giant containers of marbles, bumping into other containers of marbles, and transacting marbles.
In person, over the internet, invoice chat, with no words at all..
It is this “event”..
And it’s a lot.
And sometimes it makes me crazy.
That’s why I hold on to a diary for dear life. That’s why I’ll never stop.
Because people,,, make me crazy.
And it helps to get that out…
No art 🎨
Just blasting feelings out of my fingers.. doesn’t mean a thing because it doesn’t have to mean a thing.
And in that, I find purity.
This mean ole world can’t do a fucking thing about it 😆
And In this particular scenario.. All of you are in that category .
You are merely a mark on the list of things that can’t fuck with me.
I have that power.
And so do you.
dawn 