Saturday
age old question.
Why are men so afraid of intimacy? I don't want a man who avoids serious issues or is afraid to feel real emotion. I may not want a cry baby but I damn well want a reaction. I think most women have the same complaint. I'm sooooo sick of little boys.
Storms
I write about this affinity I have with storms. Right now as I wait for one I thought I would try to describe what is happening to me and what I expect to occur.
There is this thing between myself and big storms...its like I am absorbed into the energy that hangs in the air. Its a physical thing that is already starting, my joints ache, my muscles tighten, my head feels pressed against, even my breathing becomes different. Its not a painful thing, but it sort of feels like being under water a bit too long. Comfortable but a bit unnerving nonetheless.
This feels like it will be a big one, but maybe it will pass over. Its kind of an either/or thing at this point. Storms seem to clear up my thinking once they begin but before they come, I contemplate all the difficult things to think about. I'm uncomfortable inside and out as I wait for the storm that will release me physically and mentally.
Often it is during a storm that sleep literally overtakes me and I sleep that dreamless trance that refreshes the soul. When it doesn't happen like that then it is usually because I have some seriously heavy thoughts that inspire dreams, visions and night terrors, that would freak out at least half of my readers. Unfortunately I fear tonight will be the latter. I have some heavy thoughts going on these days.
Still better to have the dreams than to not have the storm. The storm brings release by one form or another. If the air just hangs heavy like this I won't be able to rest for days, because I will continue to feel the universal pressure and the mental confusion until the barometer changes.
Pray for rain.
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