he’s not heavy, he’s broken
The dentist asked me to start flossing and stop grinding my teeth at night. Used to be cavities were all they worried about. There’s always room for improvement Nikki told me. “People want to see you happy, why do you serve them pain?” That came from the love poems of Rumi, a book found in a sidewalk free pile.
Let’s take that as a warning to ourselves. Are we serving our pain out to people? Knock it it off then. That pick up is practically broke in two but it’s still on the road. It’s only bad when they haul you to the scrap yard.
I feel like this is directed to me. I’m sorry, but can’t you share some of my pain?
Comment by Oggy — June 1, 2010 @ 11:58 pm
Oggy,,,,,,,,,,,Like myself, your pain is self inflicted. No sharing, only empathy
Comment by chickenshit — June 2, 2010 @ 5:33 pm
I thought it was self-directed, but it’s probably good for all of us to think about it. It’s important to talk about the bad times, but don’t forget the good ones. That kind of thing. Keep on writing, both you two.
Comment by Rolston — June 3, 2010 @ 9:18 pm