#rosebri

hello 29|12|2021

-i love foxes

°i love summer, the fall, winter, the spring

-i love the bed of roses

°i love calm and cozy ambiance

-i love myself enough to cut off and limit toxic people in my life

°i love arting

and i love you

°°Rose Bri°°

Starting to offer 1-3 card practice readings. Please, send me an ask with what you'd like to query about.

Generally I like to pull 2 cards to accompany the first card, and my deck feels like it likes to give progressive answers as well. I'm at very beginning of my practicing, so I appreciate all reviews in turn for the readings.

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The clock ticks on the wall, Ticks, and tocks. The quiet hum of the PC, The ringing in my ears. My breath, your breath, Whispers in my ear. The random cars, That pass outside my windows.

Come summer, early morning, Rush of a noise that wakes me up. I've still not figured out, What in the world makes that sound.

The fridge is quiet now, still, Soon it'll make its music again. An diligent engine, Keeping my sustenance fresh.

I love you!

But today I was supposed to have my nurse appointment and again, it got cancelled. I met her once two weeks ago and before that our appointment was also cancelled, it lead to a longer than 4 week break in the treatment. And now again, I don't know yet when I will get to go talk again. Last night wasn't such a good night, I fell asleep with less than pleasant thoughts.

I was supposed to talk about adjusting my medication, today, too. Next appointment, maybe I will have to suggest that they rather assign me a another worker when cancellations happen, because having these breaks in treatment aren't good for me. It's already difficult enough that they can only give an appointment to me every 2-3 weeks, because to me it behaves like 1-2 months, depending how much I dissociate with time. And it's the only available support I have at the moment. I use to have a service that had appointments additionally at my home, but re-establishing that service with a different provider is taking time and I haven't heard from my social worker about it, for a month by now.

To love someone, else, like I love my Husband --what a travesty

To suggest, that I would love, another, with my love for my Husband --what a tragedy

To imply my Husband, would rather, I love some other man...

Yet, I'm looking for a man from the ether --here in this dying mundane world

Like a dew drop in a desert --soon to evaporate, and despair In the ghost of a silent memory