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Lost In Translation

⏰ I can’t sleep. So into my words we go…
🍔 Hungry as a motherfucker.
📺 Watching Johnny O’Clock [1947] on the tv. And Ancient Engineering S01:E08 on my phone.

☕️ Dreaming of how to calm down after an entire pot of coffee providing energy. As I would tell you, I know coffee like most people don’t. Love it immensely.

⛪️ I am moved by today’s devotional.

🧼 Deep cleaned the bathroom shower and cleaned my room. Organized it. Blessing it. Now for pickle chips and sour cream likely. I’m always hungry. 🧼

🖋️ The Tattoos I did healed thankfully. Wonderful memories along the journey.. Hyped up on coffee.

🖍️ My mind is coloring another vision of a land bank home I would rehabilitate. [See previous post on the first one] 🩷😝

🙏 Prayers for all.

Without getting too far into why some things are easier to explain in life than others… why some things will piss you right the fuck off. And other times you’ll ride the ways of ‘pisstivity’ 

Self-Reflection: Where the fuck am I going sometimes I ask myself. Or the Lord in prayer. Why do I constantly keep feeling lost in translation? 

Photo Opp Metaphor: The boot is going to hold the fridge door shut in case it opens again. In my perspective, I will take the seal tomorrow and clean that for better suction.  

I was working at Amazon when I was hit by the car in 2023. Something telling me to put on my boots. As I stood there by my locker and changed into my Birkenstocks. I left my Nike lime green Bionic sneakers in my locker at Liverpool Amazon. I guess I forgot them there and then in a sense couldn’t bear coming back to retrieve them until I felt better I guess. Or had a hand to hold for the embarrassment I would have as I would walk and empty my locker anyhow…

Rightfully injuries would have been very mf different if I had worn my boots. Just more detailed thoughts I have never explained to anyone… so in writing I like to be. Talking less. Writing more. Mime vibes. 🤐

And in contrast I had to wear boots to work… but I won’t get rid of the sandals. I will make a shadow box eventually for them. I remember wanting to join to learn AWS. Out of my respect for SAP. Things happen. More lost in translation here..

XOXO, El’Aundra

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