I know the face, the being, but cannot link it to any specific incident, even though I know her so well. Is this the beginning of Alzheimer?
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- I know the face, the being, but cannot link it to any specific incident, even though I know her so well. Is this the beginning of Alzheimer? 2010-10-05
- My husband is currently just as engulfed in his iPhone with texting and the lot like my nieces and drivers. Irritating? Sure thing. 2010-09-12
- The logic and tears of the (my reactive) mind: "Growing old is normal, but exposing others to having to see you shrivel is an audacity". 2010-08-23
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Split.
I am split. No longer whole. No longer just me. Where did the ‘myself’ go to? I do not know. Like a torn and shredded flag fluttering in the wind. Part here, part there but never home.
This country. That country. People dying all around me. Fighting and screaming, tears and hope. Beauty interwoven. Where did I go lost?
The spectator of this grand thing called live. Obviously I am still playing, am I not, I am still here. But why does it feel all so strange and not my skin?
Smiling here, smiling there while marveling at the dropping lines and growing shadows. Melancholy lingering just below.
It feels like fall.
It is ME who is allowing to turn dry and brittle, I do know that.
If only I could find the magic oil again.