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Daily Report Number 13

Bob laugh. Bob so silly. You don’t say a word even though they are waiting for you to speak. You never needed other people to realize that you existed. You have always dreamed of being the tall dark cowboy riding away in the sunset. Bob point at the picture. Yes Bob that is very pretty Bob. Yes, pretty, veerrry pretty. But, instead, you must return each day, face the same people, and be here. Bob make pretty picture. Bob have fun. Yay for Bob! Being a human every day is harder than it appears. No wonder, you think, people consider the setting sun to be so beautiful to watch as it escapes into tomorrow. What next Bob?

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Daily Report Number 5

Duck float on water. Bob see duck. Hello Mister Quackers! Hello Mister Quackers! You lived longer than you intended and now you must decide what your life might be. Squeak! Go duck. Duck. Goose. (groan) Bob climb out of tub. Splish! Splash! Your heart wants to touch the earth, but skin and bones keep you caged. Bye Bye Mister Quakers! Bye Bye Mister Quakers! You are glad daily requirements prevent you from having to take responsibly for any real decisions in life. Bob pull the plug.

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Daily Report Number 7

 

Bob heart sad. Bob hold heart.

Headstone marked thoughts trace the silence of your voice. You realize you have lost much of your life to pride, fear, and anger. Bob quiet. You hear your heart in the rolling ivory stones of piano play.[1] Bob hold heart in. Bob not share heart. Come here Bob. Cry on my shoulder. You had forgotten your heart existed. You discover the miracle of knowing another person even if it is only yourself. Bob spill heart unto your shoulder. Strange. The heart spills out a salty, watery solution. No wonder life appears fake even the tears lack substance. Bob share heart.

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[1] Suggest reading “Allegro” by Tomas Tranströmer if the reader would like to hear the piano music as well.

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 Daily Report Number 11

Bob pitches a tent. Next time Bob try an idea or baseball. (groan) Not funny Bob. Your life feels trapped in a pattern of meaning. You have big dreams. Part of this you attribute to your diet. Your diet is also big. Bob point. There is no point. Don’t point Bob! You are stuck living a life you don’t understand. This is fine. You just wish you could find the restroom. Bob read. Bob write. Bob literate. Interestingly, literate and litter sound and look similar. No they don't Bob.

In Flight's Hope

Wings fixed, sure

separate the earth and me

and near the clouds

a dream awakes

If Only

 

If Only 

 

I do not want for tomorrow

I only need today

And in this moment

Satisfied I am

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Daily Report Number 10

Bob dances in the sunlight. Bob hot. Shake it Bob! You hate the spotlight. Yourself canceled in shadows. Embrace it Bob! Don’t close down Bob! A small punctuating weight, light in your hands. Darkness carries at your feet. Mysteriously. Bob smiles.

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Daily Report Number 12
 

Cheese taste funny. Food not joke Bob! You try not to bother other people with your existence, but every now and then you take a breath. The sound of oxygen in your lungs scares you. You are afraid they will notice as you try to put it back.