The problem is that anger doesn't go away. Neither do hurt or frustration or fear. Old injuries of the heart and the mind may no longer stab you in the neck with their searing pain the way they did when they were fresh, but they don't go away. I think they collect. Piled on top of one another in a jenky heap of rusting, rotting pieces and parts. Sometimes the pile shifts and some pieces break free. They bounce around, scrape your insides raw, and then ricochet back into the pile.
I need a garbage barge, or some composting worms or some shit like that. My reservoir is threatening to overflow.
How do you stop being angry? Don't say yoga. Everyone always says yoga. Fuck yoga. Booze causes too much collateral damage and laughter is more like a band-aid than a cure. I need Oprah. Or God. Same diff.
2 comments:
I hear you sista.
God ? did someone ring ?
You are right about Yoga . . Until you get The Director out of your feet and into the " heart chakra " , " yoginni " is just another character in the cast . To do this the yoginni must feel her feet at all times or at least walk to yoga class.
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