Know Thy Roots, Know Thy Fruits

Eminent Mind

In the spirit of thinking out loud, here are some additional disorganized thoughts of my own. I speak for nobody but myself as I voice these. I speak to nobody but who is listening, and in direct response to Chloe352: “… all this, don’t take it as anything else but this. And if one day […]
Know Thy Roots, Know Thy Fruits

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thefirstdark

Hello, Duckies! • SO...after being disabled (via the post-surgery side effects of a meningioma|brain tumor) -- plus, receiving diagnosis of the life-long drama that is #Fibromyalgia? • I reinvested into my dream of becoming a professional poet and author. Madness, right?! • Sooooo...what am I doing currently, you ask? • Just being myself. Oh, don't get me wrong. I am nobody special. Just some broad, trying to make my dreams into a reality. On the opposite side of that coin? • Due to spending SO much time alone, versus the non-stop carouseI of the social butterfly that i used to play the part of? I now find myself developing an inner-based monologue; an ongoing consciousness of sorts. Never-ending observations and opinions, regarding the state of this world we've all found ourselves attached to. Not only do i want to know more; i find myself feeding off of the occurrences and outcomes of what has been happening to us (us=human beings) as a culture/ethnicity/generationally - and as entities. To say the VERY least? Things are getting fuct. And more to the point? It's our fault! • That, and a host of other opinions have become less of an inner-based monologue for me; instead, more of an itch that must be scratched out by the means of pen and paper. If for nothing else? • Then because of my life-long talent of telling the truth despite another's feelings; in disregard for the appropriateness of the moment. In fact? Frigg the friggin' moment! We are running out of time on a reasonable fix, yet few even notice it. • Interested? Or, just wanting to see if I'm going to fall on my face and make a spectacle? Or die trying?! • Welcome to my Blog. And I promise; it's not ALL doom and gloom-fest seriousness. I share a lot more about the "stuff'n'things" i find myself vested in these days also. We'll call that 'the Fun!' • Follow✓ "them-there" links down below -- and come see about ME. Ciaõ for Now! 💋 💖 ✌

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