Dream-Thirst

Posted on November 30, 2020 by

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these bruised ribs ache to be covered,
soul-yearn on the cusp of eternity,
a moon cradled in the nest of your stars

yes, you are my most precious thought
first thing in the morning dawn
my beloved best at night, dream-thirst: you

tara caribou | ©2020

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29 Comments on “Dream-Thirst”

  9. Just thought I’d check on you. You’ve been posting reviews and reblogs more often than your own pieces. Is your blog taking a new direction? Just hoping you’re OK and this is not a sign of something being off.

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    • Hi Sam. To be honest, I have shied away from posting my own creations lately because I have a woman who literally hates me (she once wrote on her own blog that I needed to go kill myself, amongst many other things). Every time I post something, I hear (from a couple others who care about me, who keep track of her blog because I have since consulted my lawyer, and contacted the police about her, so we have to document everything) about her saying that I am basically someone who plagiarizes (which, I find abhorrent and have NEVER, nor would I ever do… ANYONE who knows me knows my feelings on the subject). Anyway, long story short, I feel quite triggered (and god how I hate that term) regarding her. It’s all so high-school-y with the drama and the lies and the self-justification and etc etc etc. Because of this woman, I have lost another blog, and had another social media account shut down. I don’t even know her, other than that she quite literally hates me (she has told me as such in messages). I know all this sounds so damn petty. All I want to do is to create, as I always have, to share and to touch lives, and to live my dream publishing other people, helping their dreams come true too. Yet…. I am cursed by someone who doesn’t know me and I don’t know her. If it wasn’t for people like you and other whom I have published (and am publishing), I would have closed this blog down last year or early this year. Rest assured, I *AM* still writing and painting and inking, etc etc… I’m just not sharing much. So, I am doing okay, I just am so tired of the drama… it’s been going on for way way too long. I say, raise vibrations, go and create, be willing to grow and change, have compassion, get uncomfortable with “normal”, love easily, allow nature to inspire, create create create!!

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      • That sounds intense. I wonder if it maybe is someone who actually does know you but pretends to be someone else online. Anyway, I’m sorry to hear you that this is a continued thing. All I can say is – don’t pay attention to “her,” but I know sometimes it’s easier said than done. Whatever you choose to do, just keep in mind that there are people who enjoy your shares.

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