I find myself judging me for things done in anxiety. The things I should be doing eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly. I cannot grow a care… Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happen are just as bad, telling me how important it is and why I should be sad. Instead the urging only reverses my mind to anger quixotically, making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,
The could be is somehow worse, for in me, these are the ones that hurt. I feel like I am not enough, because I can not make them happen no matter how hard I try.
So the should, the would, and the could, each have their place in stretching my anxiety into another day. They make me into a nervous wreck, weighing each mistake as a possibility. Fighting the trio I become a careless me.
I was, caught by a dream once, long, long, long ago, that dream of you I’d had, that kept on, recurring, recurring, repeating in my state of sleep, I couldn’t break myself free out of it, and for a very long time, you were all I was, ever going to, dream about…
The dreams I got caught in, it was you, and you’d, become, my nightmare then! I tried to, work my way, through these walls of my own mind, but kept, ramming into, the dead ends, like there’s no way out.
The dreams I got caught in, yours, and now, you will get stuck in the nightmare of my making, call it karma, or, pay-back if you will, after all, I’d already, gotten, ground down too hard, into, bits, and pieces here.
Watching kindness, as it took shape, the exchanges of two complete strangers from a train, translated…
“I’m sorry, this is my seat, but it’s fine, I like the window seats, I will trade seats with you”, there’s that sunshine shining through his smiles, that uncle had the innocence of a child.
The settled in the aisle woman who was sliding on her cell phone, noted something, was on her way to get up, then, settled back down by his gentleman nature.
The shot conversation that came on February 28th, on the northbound high-speed rail, the two only exchanged words for no more than three short seconds. Then the train started moving, and everything fell, silent then.
I was seated to the left back side to them, and was moved by what I saw. Because this unplanned, unexpected kindness of exchange between people, it wasn’t set up like in…
Ok. I love Abstract art…mostly as an artist. My personal taste in art to hang in my home is Faeries, pagan symbolism, and cutesy stuff. For creating tho…Abstract rocks. When I was starting to allow myself to play with digital creation…I was struggling. I found myself saying too often “but it doesn’t look like…” and it was not helping my self-esteem and my creative nature. It Bloody hurt. I started lessening the standard I was holding my art to. I started creating beautiful swirls and pieces that I could see several things in. The fun thing about abstracts is that everyone sees something different in them. I have since learned a few things and do abstracts because they are fun, but it is not the only art I can create. Sometimes just changing your perspective can help you to create.
Bear Nuts is a cute Weekly comic about a group of adorable bears. The art is truly cute. It updates on Mondays…and it takes me to the same places that Saturday morning cartoons did. Imagine Carebears on the ALT side. It is a cute time-waster…with a lot of emotional topics thrown in.
This is going up early Thursday morning due to a nasty migraine on Wednesday. However go check the comic out, you won’t be sorry.
Usually, I pick a single song…Today I want to talk about covers. These have such a fine line. I love Disturbed’s cover of Song of Silence and Hate Seether’s Careless Whisper…Though both were well done the second rubs me the wrong way because of how special that song is to me. There are several songs that people don’t realize are cover songs. (Like the Fugee’s hit of “Killing me softly” was originally sung by Roberta Flack. ) Well done covers change a song and add something to it. Sometimes That makes the song terrible. Sometimes it improves it. Depends very strongly on who is listening. It is entirely possible to enjoy both versions. I love Zombie by the Cranberries and by Bad Wolves. I also enjoy Enter Sandman by both Metallica and SHEL. So covers are not always an if /or situation.
That being said…What is your favorite covered song? Who sang it originally? Who covered it, and was the cover better?
today I am supposed to be doing the Weekly blog posts, layout for gathering Teardrops, images for the upcoming books and a few more things. I had to run some fae errands…and I now need to sleep. some fae stole my energy. so I may be slightly late with the posting.
Pattimouse 