Other Stuff to Step In

I still feel as though the same problems are here. The same damned things just amped up. The same people doing the same shit hurting themselves in the same ways. Complaining the stove is so hot every time they touch it.

"Why won't it stop being so hot?"
They ask every time they touch it.

Yeah. I'm fed up with lack of accountability.
I'm fed up with others' lives how the shit they do affects me.

I'm tired of the shit they do.

Why not do something else?

In a world full of possibilities why do people choose shit?

"Let's do shit."
"Let's do some shit."
"Look I'm in a lot of shit right now."
They say.

Get out of it!
There's a whole universe of other stuff to step in.
A whole other place of being to be in.

Get out of that shit.

Why not step into something new?
That might be fun.

Or set down in another place.

Ooh, maybe try to stand in a better place.
I hear that's a nice another place this time of year.

It's been hard to define myself without some kind of abuser in my life, some kind of emotional browbeating every day.

It's the norm. Been that way since day one. I've only recently begun to feel life without it.

I learned to say no while near comatose all those years. Grew a beard and re-sealed my spine. Steeled my soul and stole back my heart.

The further down we're pulled the higher we can rise.

The flow of life is not a stream, more a river surrounded in a rubber tube.

Pull it down some, it jumps back some.

Snap it way down, it snaps way up.

Smash it to Hell: Bet your life it's Heaven bound.

There’s the Weight of Gravity and then, there’s the Elasticity of Love.