ponds..

I reel against consumerism. I reel against TV and 12+ lighbulbs on in one room. I reel against boxes prepack plastic 'food'.
I want quiet.
I want real food.
I want a lamp and a book.
I'm tired of noise, I grow weary of the same stupid things being said over and over.
I am weary from being uncomfortable. Sleeping is my enemy via my body and bed at continual odds.
I shut down in the face of commitment, feeling squelched by having to be responsive to someone else's needs and wants, outside of the child I made.
I KNOW that I can be this way, I know it is okay to be alone. I know quiet is healthy. I know depth is seen in still waters, and from reflection of those waters art is born of soul.

So here, my tired bones sit, wanting quiet solitude....