I keep thinking maybe
the higher I get
the harder it will be to remember
to remember his voice
to remember his words
to remember his hands
I mean, I can barely feel my legs, my face
so then eventually
it’s got to be that
I won’t feel my heart either
that’s the theory anyway
so pass me the pipe
I’ll do this all night until
I’m soft and numb
and I don’t remember feel anymore
©️tara caribou – 2018
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unfortunately the pain will be there no matter what we try to drown it out with
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Absolutely.
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Save a drag for me and let me remember 1976 once again….
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Hahaha!
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I thought the point was to NOT remember?!
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Well, if you saw me living the high life in San Francisco in 1976, then I wouldn’t be too sure about the remembering part…..It should be enough that I remember being there, or somewhere close to there in 1976…but only if I remember correctly….which I don’t!
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See… I knew smoking (a non-smoke) would help!
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Baked Alaska? (I’m trying to make this work) 😀
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Hahaha!! I had *tried* to forget that one, but it seems you are determined to make it happen – LMAO
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It will be my magnum opus… my seminal work… my entry in the Oxford dictionary… I’ll probably forget about next week…
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And this is why your wife has to do interviews for you… LOL
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Yeah… my mind only has one functioning (albeit somewhat creaky) hamster wheel. And the rodent currently powering things is looking a little worse for wear. He complains constantly about his arthritis and likes to reminisce about when things were ‘better’ … it makes other coherent thoughts… eh… challenging at the best of times.
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I’m like my wifes charity case…
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Hahahahaha!!
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You know… if you feed that hamster some cannabis cookies…. he’ll be feeling right as rain in no time. It cures arthritis. LMAO
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pain is a very important part of life – something to lean in to, not to run from – something to laugh at, not to cry about, though sometimes we do both, seemingly incongruently at the same time … is that insanity, or when we really ‘get it’ …
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Exactly. Plus, running from the pain solves nothing. It’s temporary “relief” and hiding our heads in the sand instead of facing reality, coping, and moving on.
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