The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…

Mic Drop!

Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

Patience like a prayer,
thinking until my brain bruises.

This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

“But then they glance at me.
And those eyes cut through.
Like I’m part of it now.”

Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

Appreciate you!

ty

I echo your thoughts Damian. I mentioned to a friend the other day that everything is corrupt now – Companies…people in business…the government…car dealers…you name it. It’s like we’ve gotten to a point where scamming people is the norm now. Great write my friend.

Oh you know I’m over here furiously nodding and grabbing logs for the fire. I have come to the place of having to mute and cover the face of the colostomy bag. It’s not worth the heart palpitations and anger rising. I refuse to allow my health to be further deteriorated by that overstuffed cheese puff. Another marshmallow, my friend? I’m adding wood to the fire!

Oohh!
This just keeps building and the last line nailed it amigo.
Great write!

wowee this is menacing I can feel your heat and displeasure ❤️

Damian love your writes vuz. Always a deep thinking

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it does, and it’s not pretty to watch. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Opposites and Gravitational Longing… Lemon tea, my friend, lemon tea!

Your wording and poem is superb. Great piece for the deep thinker.