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Wet Jeans and Inner Screams
How did I get here? This lack luster feeling. Depletion of all body mind and soul asks the rabbit?
The owl in the moons view responds
Sometimes it just does and often times than not; it’s due to continual neglecting of that scream from within.
Have you been screaming, rabbit? The owl asked
Rabbit says, well yea but it’s more silent now; the scream isn’t as loud; I think it feels sorta numb now
The owl responds, silly rabbit, your scream is what makes you do the the things that make you alive. When you ignore the scream - the body; the energy within; the whole system ~ no longer feels alive
Owl continues, when this happens ~ it’s like putting skinny jeans on wet legs after a shower, a constant fight and battle between skin and denim, likewise - not listening to the cues of our inner selves when they’re screaming louder than 10 ribbits at the same time
Rabbit looks at the owl with perplexing and curious eyes ~ hmm 🤔 I never thought about it like that. I sure do hate putting clothes on my wet body. Maybe I should start listening to myself more 🤔
Good rabbit, good, now please go to sleep before grasp my claws around your tiny little body cuz there is also another we can’t escape and that is the food chain cycle
The end.
Or the beginning.
This short story poses a questioning from within:
Do I keep ignoring myself and stay stuck, or do I begin again by listening?
What’s your answer going to be?
Stay stuck? Or begin again by listening?
About the Creator
faline salisburg
I turn my pain into an alchemy of healing. I write from emotions needing to move within me and by automatically allowing my emotions and mind to channel my higher power; I am always in awe at the end of my writing in what I have created.💗
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Comments (2)
That skinny jeans on wet legs analogy was brilliant. I especially loved that. I've subscribed to you hehehe
I will begin again by listening. This fable was fantastic. I love the blend between denim on wet legs and the screams from the rabbit, that it ultimately went quiet - the damage done when left behind to go numb. The conversation between the owl and rabbit was enlightening. The rabbit being the student and the owl, the teacher. Fantastic work Faline 👏🏽👌🏽♥️🤗