driskill.

“i’d take whatever you gave me,

laying my bare skin

against your bare skin,

whatever was exposed.

made me feel safe,

calm.”

we were younger

once,

and so much

in love,

our bodies

intertwined,

fitting perfectly skin to skin

cheek to cheek,

forearms,

thighs

i’d take it.

i’d take whatever you gave me,

laying my bare skin

against your bare skin,

whatever was exposed.

made me feel safe,

calm.

i’d never known such …

peace.

my naked flesh – leaves, solar panels,

absorbing all your solarskinsoul had to give .

we fit so perfectly,

remember?

we’d say that,

“how funny that we fit so perfectly!”

our bodies fit so perfectly.

our bodies fit so perfectly.

our bodies fit so perfectly.
why didn’t our minds?
why didn’t our mental illnesses?
it was the mess our minds made

made us shudder,

made us shake,

made us rift.

ADHD, PTSD, MDD, OCD, anxiety,

the shreds

the shards

ragged

puzzlepiercing

p ie c e     s

p u s  h    i     n      g

away      .

now you’re over there, baby,

and i’m over here.

coming up on years, now

happy anniversary, baby.

three years and

now you’re over there, baby,

and i’m over here,

and the pull won’t go away.

“maybe one day, you say,”

smiling.

maybe one day,

i

think.

smiling

as

i

w a l k

a w  a         y .

The Music House.

After a very long day yesterday of packing way too many things into way too many cases just for the chance to jam with two gentlemen with whom I’ve had not had the pleasure of jamming with, I wake up 5 hours too early, but right on time to this image. I’m looking forward to today. One whole day of making music. One whole day of spending time with old friends.                               One whole day of wrapping backwards in time to move towards into future.

To make music.

To reconnect.

To heal old wounds.

To rock and roll. 

marcwritesmoorewords: Education. Mental Illness. Family. Friends. Relationships. Love. Life. Death. Science. Religion. Culture. Society. Music. Movies – and Jokes!

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Hello! I’m marc moore.

Mental illness destroyed the first half of my life.

Three years later, with medication, meditation, and writing, I’m trying to pick up the pieces and become someone I’ve never been – myself.

Most days I get a little closer each day.

My head is full of thoughts – ever since I was a child.

My blogs are my musings on the meaning of life, relationships, family, education, and mental illness; snapshots in real time of a forty-four year old Mexican American who’s always been an outsider with a keen eye, an abnormally large vocabulary, and a sarcastic sense of humor – but always with a sense of appreciation and joy for life.

Raw, raunchy, beautiful, thoughtful, and poetic – I’m sure my blogs will have something you can relate to.

If you’re not easily offended.