My Black Struggle Love Her Red Blending Play
Trees swayed with fresh buds. A deep wave of frustration hit me. Watching it, I noticed things I didn’t expect. There is no ideal set. The ideal doesn’t exist, unless it’s a pain you want to give yourself over life. I was feeling a bit negative. I was digging down deeper into the nerthrmost regions of my discomfort. 2 crows flew high in the sky. It was a parent and child. The large wing-spanned crow was followed by a much smaller one. They were gliding together at the same measured pace. They cawed 3 or 4 times, adding 9. 2 more crows flapped some distance away, meandering across the sky. I’m deeply in love with Anna in this.
Big clouds were shady, covering most of the sky like an oyster shell. Orb of Sun appeared through the cracks. It was not very bright this morning. Blue sky was in the distance, to the west. There were no shadows at all. Her mountain of love was dark. Faint green trees could be deciphered, bring into coherent view, the evergreens scattered on it. Brown was interspersed. The clouds looked craggy and thick, almost oppressive. They were almost like pastery. It was cold and breezy. Something about the contrast of sky and the form of the clouds that was making me see rainbow outlines. A small pin point of light flashed. There was instantly healing. I was unwinding inside to where all the spools began clean and tight. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Clouds were low and I could see a helicopter patrolling around. It was cool enough to wear a coat. Dark grey was the gravel. Balck and fat was black tar. Aching was unwinding from my neck. The 8-pronged hair clasp in front of my window was gone this morning. I remembered the 3 pennies on the ground and their spots and the equilateral cross. Birds were subdued, mostly in the background. Traffic hiss was low. All was good in my love dairy for my moon maiden. In this I’m in love with Anna.
Bands of clouds moved in slow motion, looking like grey Jupiter. Something like heavy bindings were gradually unraveling, making me sigh a breath of relief. She is my heart’s true religion. The movement was knitting me together -if you could call it that in any sense of the word. I knew that it was my heartthrob’s inter-venus, making sure that I will survive with my true love intact. Yes, my heart grew tender for her. More and more I crave her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Reality is not the same as we come to expect, or hope for, or plan for, or dream. It is a wholly other live creature in our path. Take a look through our live cam view, in the here and now, for our future. Birds were chirping around me. The wind gusted. When I open my heart to her in my life, I become more naturally myself and more relaxed in my feelings. Blue sky opened from a great cleft. A dog barked, a car honked. The jittering bird let out a laugh. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My championship match loves her fight contest. My business negotiation loves her labour arbitration. My rape victim loves her prevention politics. My frustrating stress loves her striving strategy. My angry quarrel loves her feud mastering. My black sports heroes loves her red power play. My martial arts battle loves her competiton duel. My snake coiled around a victim loves her wrestling test. My volcano erupting fire loves her earthquake lightning. My Darwinian evolution loves her rams butting heads encounter. My black struggle loves her red blending play. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” -Psalm 126:6. I love Anna Dirksen.