Seems like intervals. By all means, if you have approaches, slip them into my mailbox.
{ Always partly joking with syringes puncturing in truth. His appetite is tied to those that know where to look, in the places that often repulse. Most of the time he's okay when his boundaries are not tested, when they are not provoked. However, there are moments when he's reminded that he is the mongoose that is trapped underneath his house when the snakes slither by. He's been marked, purified not by the holy water people seek, but the blood washed ashore from what he's seen. He can only adapt, watch others with sonder, but when will it not be enough?
For now, he controls what he can. It means fixating on the way he breaths, on the tension always lining his muscles. He's hyper aware of surroundings, making sure his dogs are okay, and that he's grounded to the last level of his house where he can see if someone were to intrude. }
I could be speaking of others. It's how this works. Some of it is mine, and some of it is someone else. Truth is, I don't often know what is mine to feel. Just scratched record nonsense.
The Egyptian god, Ra, not only became the sun, but also represented renewal and creation. It's good you find comfort in your quietude.
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{ Always partly joking with syringes puncturing in truth. His appetite is tied to those that know where to look, in the places that often repulse. Most of the time he's okay when his boundaries are not tested, when they are not provoked. However, there are moments when he's reminded that he is the mongoose that is trapped underneath his house when the snakes slither by. He's been marked, purified not by the holy water people seek, but the blood washed ashore from what he's seen. He can only adapt, watch others with sonder, but when will it not be enough?
For now, he controls what he can. It means fixating on the way he breaths, on the tension always lining his muscles. He's hyper aware of surroundings, making sure his dogs are okay, and that he's grounded to the last level of his house where he can see if someone were to intrude. }
I could be speaking of others. It's how this works. Some of it is mine, and some of it is someone else. Truth is, I don't often know what is mine to feel. Just scratched record nonsense.
The Egyptian god, Ra, not only became the sun, but also represented renewal and creation. It's good you find comfort in your quietude.