Rose is void of any necessity to feel something she doesn’t – like eternal happiness. She’s actually quite comfortable within a full and complex range of emotions and how, where and when they may appear on her face, in mind – or in public. Rose feels no obligation to make miraculous recoveries from emotional disturbances either. Long Live Rose.
Footnote: Imagine if more people felt more comfortable saying how they really felt, and more people felt more comfortable listening to (and accepting) how others feel. We might all feel a little better – and less uncomfortable about feeling (and revealing) our true emotions.
Imagine a lift – dropping. Air is pinched tight through the holding breath. Stomach pressing against throat’s base. Your footing – gone. You’re falling into a moment lost. Trapped in time, travelling at lightening speed towards a target. And you know what lies at its centre. You wish, like you’ve wished time and time before, for a floor in the falling. A line securing reality to an altered mind. To hold you suspended from the end. Mark a path back. And then … you turn the corner and you’re back where the drop began. Landing on a returned breath. Stunned by its convincing lie.
Footnote: Reposting for ANZAC day for those who experience PTSD. Art (original in colour) by Harley (Manifold).
Tired of moving mountains, Flipper Girl settled for being strategically productive, leaving all responsibility (not of her own kind) up the muddy creek.
Rose enjoys rendering her world with things of great visual delight. She spends lengthy periods absorbed in personal and worldly examination, surrounded by things of great beauty, interest and pleasure, all of which assist in easing the trespassing of time – and the invasion of unfortunate thoughts. Long Live Rose.
Footnote: Rose is an independent promoter of self acceptance (and indulgence); a star in self development; and a high minder of her own identity. She stands supremely comfortable in herself, resolved and content on her own path – and free from any expectation to be liked or followed. Her stories read like a dream school report, with a quirky twist and streak of Rose’s signature deadpan humour.
