a few more kinda loopy thoughts from my time at the Fort Collins homeless shelter
|the cruel calming cracked craziness that conscious dream has with the constructive building of my current living situation. i will not be surprised,.. in fact I am quite certain about this shelter being set up & us folks getting moved in here, a week to the year of that dream.
how broken does one's mental and spiritual state need to be for a lesson to be considered learned?.... a feeling like I don't exist -- the feeling of being only to consciously aware of feeling like an empty shell..... barely knowing -- only vaguely aware of my own name. --- part of The Dark Night of the Soul? -- destroying the last bit(s) of the ego?
I have become nobody: - I have (am) become nothing.
I admit I am messed up.... I admit I am broken.
A messed of schizophreni(ak) DIDzing level headedness(ity) pun of cunning blunning on the rack of sharp cross-shredded trunning
connective (conscious) circulating correlations
Conflicted Cracking Cranking Constraints, Correlating within my own Complicated Crookedness... Cooking Cracked Craziness Crying in a Crockpot... Cranketing... Splitting Infinity, Giggly Snicketing
Namaste ~* Lily 'Pad' Wilder