Yes, most of the time an oyster in my mind means happy white opalescent gloriousness, but sometimes it's just a grey slimy sloppy grossness. Life can be like that sometimes. And then the sun shines and you're gleaming again.
I've been in a situation that is purely an agreement. But I find myself in a sloppy mess. I'm also seeing a pattern here, of lots of oysters with lots of barnacles on them. They're all in a row, and I can't seem to get above the tide at times. Thank goodness it's waning. The pull of that moon is stronger than we might think.
As you can see I'm struggling with the positive and negative. I am a bit pulled by the moon on the negative side at this moment. Damn Cancer traits in me! I love the pearly moon, however she may be at the moment, or present herself to be. Damn sensitive too. The crab is in her shell at the moment, screaming to get out. So, change of course seems eminent. Damn Spring.
These are all seemingly solitary, but can't function without the other. Since when did I decide I had to be so freakin independent and solitary? Solitude is my friend, granted, but really?
Fixations and chameleons. Now is the time to paint. Use this emotion(s) to be fixated onto a canvas of sorts. It is what it is. I made a choice. All I can control is my own choices, good or bad. Chocolate or vanilla. Damn, that's a hard decision...but it all comes out the other end! Lol.
Oblivious and I'm ever so thankful. Innocence. Raise your own flag! (Thanks Bjork and Lady Gaga)
Flashbacks from the past haunt my memories and my dreams. Why was I screaming bloody hell in my dreams last night? Yet floating/flying above the earth so high and peaceful. Trap? Trigger/release? How fast we can come crashing down. Ride the wave. (I wanted to say "ride the snake",- Jim Morrison. I'm a little obsessed lately)
I suppose it's time to head back to dream land. The bed needs to be filled with good things to sleep on. I will supply them in my mind. I still covet my white and black swan bed. Someday to be made into reality. Complete with the occasional man-maid peeling my grapes and fanning me! Sure, why not. lol.
Well, that felt so much better to send into cyber-space. I hope someone gets a kick out of it. Regardless, it's out of my head, and forever there as a reminder.
I love you little monsters.
Oblivion
