tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post5987738198992840067..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: peasstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-35498451247712812952012-04-25T07:57:34.279-04:002012-04-25T07:57:34.279-04:00The words that fall out of you when you have no wo...The words that fall out of you when you have no words left. Oh Angie - even your fallen words do not seem accidental but powerful. Maybe they need salt or sugar or both, I don't know but they seem nourishing to me.Fireflyforeverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15290560217994184778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-43686100911896799762012-04-23T07:08:40.106-04:002012-04-23T07:08:40.106-04:00"It feels good to have no fight left in me&qu..."It feels good to have no fight left in me"<br /><br />I feel that line all the way down to the tips of my toes. <br /><br />I'm not sure if I should talk about soup or soldiers here but I think this is a great post. Maybe it's something that everyone should try to understand. <br /><br />I'm not sure that I feel emptied out. It's more like I've leveled off. None of my opinions seem more important than the others. My opinions don't really feel different than those coming from other people. All things are equally possible and impossible. It should be unsettling but it feels like the only way to be. <br /><br />I wish we all had the time to just sit with it for a while.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-83538484601063801242012-04-23T06:10:00.933-04:002012-04-23T06:10:00.933-04:00If your words were edible, I would eat them up in ...If your words were edible, I would eat them up in one gulp. You write in a way I can not and it all makes sense to me. I have so many drafts in my box that I have yet to hit publish on. Random words and thoughts from moments where I just have to get it all out but I am not quite sure if I want to share. I am more of a pacifist then ever now. Yet I find myself at times in a bipolar state, angry and ready to fight. Death does strange things to a person. Pulls at the soul and makes us change. As I write this unable to sleep tonight, I send you hope for restful nights and peaceful dreams.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07540268761128502269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-59757548408607802342012-04-23T05:56:39.303-04:002012-04-23T05:56:39.303-04:00Just want to send you my love, Angie.
xoJust want to send you my love, Angie.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-37344459411528500172012-04-22T19:20:13.138-04:002012-04-22T19:20:13.138-04:00I wish I was a pacifist. I am in theory, it being ...I wish I was a pacifist. I am in theory, it being earth day and all. But I need my gun now to protect me because I feel shelled out. I own no gun in real life, but my tongue could slash your throat. I slash and burn the people who have left me on the desserted island of grief and I cry as I tell myself I care for them no longer. I lay here with my 3 year old cuddled in my arms. His head is sweaty, his skin has goose bumps. He is a little damp from being in the pool. It is 94 degrees outside and the air conditioning is on. I think, he is all I need... I wish this were 100% true. The storm ravages me from the inside regardless of the fake blue skies. They are someone else's sky. <br /><br />I'm not sure what this comment means. This is just what came out.Renelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490888250385942221noreply@blogger.com