A Biscuit Without A Two Piece

A Biscuit Without A Two Piece

All this time I was only a biscuit without a two piece

*and a sigh of regret*

A dry muffin that yearned to take honey out on a lease

I was despised for my inability to fulfill a hunger spell
UNTIL
The flakiness of the edge of the biscuit ended up in my teeth’s jail

oh, what the hell….”

If you don’t watch out – the aftermath is coming to await you – as soon as you finish at the last bite. You’ll have some illusion of relief because of the flavors and satisfying *feeling* of being full. Great! So you ain’t hungry no more! *but what did you eat?* Did you eat anything that grew from the ground? Or was it most of it processed with added chemicals? We are not always served the intentions we put out. A memory may have made it good from before but in the present, it doesn’t measure the same.

You can expect a room full of diverse colors and patterns the moment you invite growth into your palace. Some guests are simply no longer invited. Some even overstay their welcome. For growth comes in to cultivate the seeds that were planted. If you’re not listening to your body and honoring the requests, it’ll start reminding you. It’s just like anything – learning how different things communicate is what makes one a great communicator.

It’s like that one time you ordered a biscuit and a two piece but you didn’t realize one of the pieces didn’t connect to the full picture. Some pieces are like small fragments from a mosaic. Depending on how far you’re looking, the details make a difference in how you interpret what you’re seeing. Some are larger than you think with added calories and enticement. 

Memories can be unreliable because they switch the colors of the room. While we may think we know how to measure our memories accurately, we very often miss the mark.

It is not strange, for one to commonly order a side (sigh) order with a two-piece and biscuit.  This could be a sigh order of relief, regret, or any range of emotions.

😀

 

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Unhinged (Cool To Cold)

Unhinged (Cool To Cold)

The experiences of life can leave you unhinged. Not quite connected to anything. Some may call this a coincidence. Appearances and shades of a purpose but just enough random thrown in the mix. Our lives may not all lead up to a grand soup – but we sure can appreciate each role of the spices involved.

A role to play. Which spices will cultivate the most expert flavor? Salt or paprika? Lime or lemon – they’re closely related but distinct enough in the difference of taste. Tomatoes are indeed fruits with a connecting ovary but you still wouldn’t want it in your fruit salad.

The makeup of nonsense is motivated by the drive of the absurd. Patterns are tokens to human existence. If you do this or if you do that. The language of scandalous absurdity excites my forward pen. I can write about anything because I’m willing to explore what’s unhinged.

Knot For, Width

Knot For, Width

As a unit, we can tie the knot. Things are expanding in width so harnessing the edges are crucial at this point. If we keep on walking the way we are – the more our shoes become untied.

This is why a perfect knot must be made. It’s not my ego talking when I say “I don’t work for you – I’m working with you.” If I was working for you, the knot would constantly come loose.

You can’t-do what I do and I can’t-do what you can do.Therefore, I am working with you. As a team, we are expanding width.

It can be hard to say something more when our silence speaks volumes. Silence is indeed a weapon, one that doesn’t wield predictable swaying. Somebody can talk until the roof is torn down while someone else decides they rather stay silent.

When the two of us are in the same room – tasting our own orbits – spiraling in our own lands: why is it one then stumbles on the realization that the other can’t swim? If one of us could teach, the other would then have to understand. The length of our distance is not too far but our width must be measured properly.

Don’t you hate it when your pants sag to the ground?! Constantly having to pull them up because they’re not quite fit. I suppose if you lost a little weight, it’s a pleasant surprise the first time. It would only be a matter of time until you’d need a belt, tho.

Pulling up the extra slack so that like your shoes – they’d be tied down to you.

I’m saying something clever – whimsical enough to paint what’s invisible in clear sight. I’m careful as to not paint with too wide of a brush. I don’t want to miss the edges and the fine details which make up the mosaic. It’s the details that make the difference – especially from afar.

Whenever I bring meaning – I must also accept losing what was aimed to tie me up. The purpose of a knot is to negate what is loose.

Picture it like this: Whenever you tie a knot – you want the strength of your pull to be strong enough to last. (At least to keep up from steady making a knot repeatedly) If your shoes come untied, chances are you didn’t do it tight enough. We do what we do for comfortable walking.

In summary:

Two become one. A hundred becomes one. A thousand becomes one. A million becomes one. All become one unit. It’s no longer just one but a complete team. KNOT FOR BUT WIDTH.