against the grain, forever

     
     
     
     
    "natural disasters" are a way of life- like "lions, tigers, bears oh my"- right? my soul only seeks to "escape"-morning, afternoon, and night;      
     
-there's opposing forces waiting- even sometimes in my dreams; then waking once again into a ball game not meant for me;    
     
   where there's living "space"-there's always this concept of terroritory to "claim"- a terror; where is there to go- where living isn't a psychological hit to the brain?      
     
 I embrace the "dreamy"- I resent the "nightmares";  they bleed on the same page-in the same book- where i wish i weren't written....    
     
the chapters where i am "written"-where my sentience-is-against the grain forever-in plain sight, hidden.... where soul's seeking to live in true peace- without one's hands being tied- or where "natural disasters" reside....