night has stirred the conflict stew i seem to be dining upon. i love the quiet darkness interrupted by the hum our house has; often when i find sleep a luxury outside my pay grade, i take stock of the sounds and in those sounds find the solitude that i lack as a mother/wife. it is at night that i have no accountability, no pawing hands, no stream of consciousness list of what i am doing, what needs to be done, and what may happen to tip the scales of harmony out of my favor. i could be considered a junkie when it comes to isolation and solitude, i have survived the withdrawal and am now learning moderation.
i hate moderation. i love my children.
they interrupt the fix.
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my conversations with oneself are always the high point of the day, the arguments are only contemplated,but the wonderous optimism prevails. solitude has it's perks. isolation is surviving our mundane drone like peers of our commercialized surroundings.
more rantings of the wild beach man...
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