What Was Once Second Nature...

Breath in, Breath out. 
 Breath in , Breath out.

What Was Once Second Nature...: inkblot 

I have to remind myself to do the most simplistic things (things that should be second nature to a human being).  I can’t recall ever feeling like this before.  I understand the theories... the countless theories.  Still Theory is only theory.... in theory.  In other words,  we invented our own theories.  We wrote the rules and we followed them.  What happens when you begin to see the ridiculousness in the whole thing before the death bed?  I don’t really care about my un shaven legs and un-ruly eyebrows.  I am comforted and validated by the Hawk (who has made an appearance 5 days in a row now) and by Re-Run of course. 

What Was Once Second Nature...: I built myself a metal (flightless) bird

What would you call this?  What is my diagnosis says the little helpless girl to the behavorial therapist, to the followers of freud, the cognitive maniacs, the neurologists and the doctors waiting in line to make a bill?  They are just interior decorators. 

I’m out for now.....  

What Was Once Second Nature...: chained entrance