speed delivos speed is brilliant; we spend so much of our lives travelling when all we want to do is get to our destination and carry on with what we want to do. The shorter our journeys, the more we can make. 020522 ... pilgrim Vibrating High frequncy Oscillations My earliest memories Are of the Road Humming Tires on Pavement Telephone lines Dipping and climbing From Pole to Pole It was Yesterday No It was a Lifetime ago It Is Now 020523 ... tender_square her therapist said she had lived her life at his speed because that’s what he was comfortable with. eight years and he’d only taken baby steps, and she was weary with waiting for him to sprint towards life. “you can’t stay where he is, doing nothing, just because that’s what he wants.” her therapist was assuring, and kind. gentle. and she nodded in her office tearfully, knowing that she was telling her what she already knew. her therapist gave her a template in which to discuss it with him, and she tried to employ it, yet somehow her honesty sounded harsh. maybe the truth wasn’t meant to be softened. “when we began, it was an overcorrection,” she said to him. “oh, thanks!” he was hurt; he crossed his arms and turned away. she clasped his bicep like a life vest and looked at him. “yes, i was doing too much before we met, i was out far too often,” she conceded. “and when we got together, i felt the need to protect you because so many people were angry about how we began. and we started living together at the beginning of our relationship.” she kept issuing reasons. “and i got sober. i let a lot of people go. and i found writing.” he didn’t protest or budge. “maybe ‘overcorrection’ was the wrong word. maybe it’s that i’m coming back into myself,” she attempted to slow. but she couldn’t keep herself from cruising steady, the thrust of three years’ wind behind her back. 220608 what's it to you? who go blather from