Another day, sundown.
Another night, sundown.
Orange to black, sundown.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can’t do.
And here comes the night
And I don’t know why
I hear your voice
And I lose my way.
Where are you now?
Can I touch you somehow?
You’re somewhere near sleep where images fade.
And here comes the sun.
Another night is done.
Here comes the sun.
And here I go again.
Saw the man, shot down.
Heard his voice, shot down . Eyes rolled white, shot down. Breathe goodbye that sound. Fades to midnight blue. There’s nothing I can do.
Another day shot down.
Another night shot down.
Orange to black.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can do.
The internet makes the world small. She threw the word Useless my way from Hong Kong…
Without a clue of how that word is so Esoteric or Useless in my world.
I grew up with psychopaths who reminded children daily that they were USELESS as tits on a bull.
Did she think she could carve me with such a dull word as useless? As if I don’t know my own worth. Did she think her beauty that powerful? The internet draws the delusions of the world into manageable sized pieces…
I said this to my daughter, which brought a look of… confusion. A ‘what does he mean by that’ look.
“It means.” I told her. “Dogs that are sleeping are more unpredictable if woken up suddenly. And if something is not causing a problem for you, then probably not a great idea to bring it up or remind the person who might be bothered by whatever it is you bring up.”
A social worker of my daughter who was removed from having anything to do with my kid and told to stay away decided to not mind her own business just woke up the Dog.
Everyone involved will be more educated when this one drifts back to slumber…
Next week I’ll tell her about not playing with the Bull!!
Watching behavior that defies all logic from people in professional positions, requires the ability to look outside the box and investigate the possibilities of addiction issues or a psychotic break… in my humble opinion; and the possibility exists that there is nothing humble about me.
My initial reaction is anger and although understandable, I have now at least begun to try to reframe a situation into:
‘Is this a cry for help?’
My daughters school counselor was removed from counseling my daughter with the agreement that she has been replaced from these duties and will have nothing to do with my daughter going forward…
Yesterday she talked to my daughters teacher who knew nothing about the agreement that the counselor was to have nothing to do with my daughter, and was asking questions and offering her professional advice.
The fact that my daughter reported physical abuse to this counselor and she did not report this abuse and did nothing other than protect the adult parent abuser is at the forefront of her being from having anything to do with my girl.
Why would someone do that when for a year she’s had no contact? Did she forget that she had a meeting with me, her supervisor, and the principal to inform her that she was to cease having anything to do with my child?
Or has she heard from another student that my daughter has said something negative about ‘That B%#ch Counselor’ towards other children she is counseling. My theory is yes!