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almosthinged.bsky.social
Faking my way through adulthood.
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I waited for him And he went off without me Like i knew he would.

Motivation is Like a sorcerer's spell slots. I don't have any.

There is a season. But sometimes that season is Unseasonable.

Half-written stories, So many threads to pull on. My gift to myself.

Two stars used to shine, Glimmering on golden hair, A long time ago

The big things matter But it's the little actions That add up the most.

Raindrops on the tin Recall hot coffees, old books, A gut-wrenching flood.

I'm sick as a dog But there's a frog in our drain So I'll be okay.

Some conversations Are like swimming in a rip. Go sideways or drown.

I'm sick of speaking While people shout over me To say that they hear.

The bouncing lantern, The house's steady heartbeat Keeping us alive.

The drone of traffic Like insects in late summer. Annoying comfort.

A bear claws itself. "It's warm, there's berries all round. I wasted winter!"

High above the world Watching all that he isn't. Silent contentment.

Tiny feet stagger. The stride lengthens, running now. Then staggering ends.

I made a mistake. But a bear didn't eat me, So thumbs-up for that. 👍🏽

We'll marvel at it Like we do Afghanistan. "Look how free they were."

Sleekly feathered head Bobbing to its own rhythm, Calling home the grey.

"She talks to wild birds like they're people," my neighbour gossips to his chooks.

How is gardening A hobby for old people? Every muscle hurts.

Candles, each of us. And until we burn out, gods - What beautiful light!

I'm not giving up. I will sink this whole damn cost Straight into the grave.

The star-dowser sits, Whiskered beak preening heaven's Cloud-ruffled abyss.

What could be cuter Than a googly-eyed snail Munching on a leaf?

Somewhere out in space A postcard: "wish you were here." We read eagerly.

We see each other And see ourselves reflected. Were we always blind?

I grow more like her, But with every passing year She's further away.

When I'm next alive I'd like to be a bear, but What would a bear be?

An izakaya, Two friends, two beers, two hours, And too many laughs.

I was an adult. I got groceries AND washed up. Isn't that enough?

Some people inspire curiosity. Like the elderly gentleman, impeccably dressed in a light blue linen suit, who was frantically sorting through a full trolley-load of bucket hats, wearing an expression that suggested one of them might have taken his keys.

"I have nothing left." I say this night after night, Then get up again.

I'm not sure it counts As running out of spoons if I started with one.

Have you ever thought How creepy starfish would be If they had elbows?

I live by one rule: See a window? Climb through it. Then open the doors.

Do frogs measure time By the patter of raindrops, Cloud-hours drifting?

Nine hours gaming. I've never done things by halves, Including nothing.

The cold days set in, And now the fire burns bright. My stories return.

I found myself then, And found I can walk away And come back to me.

It stands to reason That i forced myself daily And then just forgot.

I breathed it to life Nurtured it, fed it, loved it, And mourn its lost light.

My mum smiles more now. I hope the girl she once was Is happy as well.

We sway together In the gently fractured light. Alone in the kelp.

I set this target. Did I do this for pleasure? Or do I like pain?

Gate-side rosemary, Besoms, horseshoes above doors, A plait of rushes. My nans would hate it, And maybe their mothers too, But way back there's smiles.

The years have taught me I couldn't be a goddess. I love things too much.