Obstacles and a Cartoon

At times I wish to be cradled like a child, however, these times are rare. More often than not, I cradle myself. Tis best. I personally find it difficult to ask for assistance unless I can pay for it or it comes from a source that I can willingly accept. Yes. It is my independent nature. Too strong at times can cause its own stressors. Abilities that I know I have and yet I am unable to perform them, for now at least, disturb me. To the Max. Ah yes. This one thing that can also cause my downfall. The push too hard can cause breakage. Despite this fact, I can figure out a way around it at best or die trying. Obstacles are meant for jumping are they not?

Speaking of dying...just the other day I imagined myself in a cartoon scenario where I fall dead to the floor. It is a rather graceful fall and I look nothing like the toon at all. She has the whitest of skin, almost sickly in color and she has no face. Her arm is the last thing I see to fall, yet there is an artistic gesture to it. There is softness. Her hand is open, palm up, and her index digit points to an unknown region. Wooden are the floorboards characterized by grain and knots yet they too are soft. Actually, the whole scene is pastel. The chair from which she fell is obscure from vision and yet it lies somewhere in the background. As her naked spirit exits her body, she looks down at it in dismay. Markedly so, her fists beat at the body while her silent scream speaks: LET ME IN. Hum. It is rather humorous when seen within the mind as the spirit wonders HOW DO I GET BACK INTO THE MATRIX. It was pondered that I would take over another body. One of my choosing and thus use it as a weapon. A weapon you say? Certainly! A weapon is not merely an object used for “inflicting bodily harm or physical damage.” It is also a “means of gaining an advantage or defending oneself.” ~ Maggie ~ March 2, 2010 @ 11:19 p.m. EST