Six sentences written this week

I talk to crows.  I've been doing that since I was a teen.  They cock their heads and listen and inevitably respond. They're never flighty like common blackbirds or sparrows.  I'm 57 now.  Crows are my friends.

ELO - Do Ya

 

Freddy Fender - Before The Next Teardrop Falls

 

ZZ Top - Give Me All Your Lovin'

 

Ellie Goulding - Love Me Like You Do (Official Audio)

 

Broken Yet Whole

Photo by Feyza Daştan

“I’ve been thinking about what I said about not being able to love you the way you love me.  I can’t love anyone like that and I hope that makes you feel better.”

“I don’t care about feelings anymore.  But I am glad that you are feeling better.”  We are still separating.

He thought they’d stay together.  She was not the person he wanted her to be.

Later, he yelled at her.  She declined to yell back this time and imagined her own place, smiling.  No one would yell at her there.  Ever.

Life opened to life.  She grasped it.

He talks to me

Photo by Photo by Samer Daboul

He talks to me. I speak back. He starts tearing me down by raising his voice and when I try to break in and ask why he is yelling at me, he says it’s because I’m not getting the point and I doubled down. But if I were a workmate or a friend who did the same, he would not speak to me in this manner.

Why?

I misspoke.  I tried to correct that, but it was doubling down, which is why I don’t understand why he didn’t calmly explain that.  I tried to break in and correct myself and stop him from seemingly attacking me, I said two words, he snapped his fingers in the air, said “there” and quit talking to me.  Chat over.

It makes me feel like he doesn’t like me.