That's "..finding my "dad" lying sound asleep....."

(I was a better waitress than I am an editor : )

one of the more happy topics
so much wisdom..regarding surving this living moment

lol
the future..isnt needing to be considerd..
by us with no hope of realising it..we just living in the moment..sadly that means awareness of too many things..not that happy

i too never been 'depressed'..but suspect thats just my base state[so compensate its just the cost of total awareness[of personal situation..and likely result..some vague future moment..when then the delusion lives in the reality of the now..

so thinker too i say to you
that any depression thoughts..you may hold towards..your imagined.. to morra..isnt depressing you enough today

its got no hope of getting to ya lol tomorra
we are too busy making this moment the best IT NOW*..can be..

so if ya up to ya neck in quicksand..relax ya head a while
or if its your head on the choping block..lean into the block..openup that ta0[path]..way of the choppers blade

nice clean quick..let each moment be used
to find a way to be comfortable..in the skin we are in..*now

rather think too much
than too little..ditto worry..but only when its happening..now

fearing tomorra ..isnt helping this moment
so i move on

Poirot,

<<That's "..finding my "dad" lying sound asleep....."
(I was a better waitress than I am an editor : )>>

No No No now you’ve gone and ruined the imagery.

Leave it as it was: “ apart from waking up to a flat full of smoke and finding my day lying sound asleep on the half of the pillow that wasn't glowing red kapok”

It has a very poetic, Prufrockian feel to it.

“Let us go then, you and I,
Leaving the day resting soundly
'pon half a kapock pillow;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Our smoke filled retreats...

And, I’ve always seen you as a Prufrock like character.

"...on interesting times in childhood." Sometimes I wonder if in our decline into dottage reliving our childhoods is such a good idea? Assuming we're still capable of forming an idea, of course.

Daring to disturbe the universe is the game of life after we think we have finished with childhood games.

Snob, Poirot? Nah. Just folk who can't differentiate between charm and unctuousness because they confuse the two conditions in themselves - though mistaking their being unctuous for charm.

The pity of life can be that our most character building moments are the least deserved.

Well noted, SPQR : )

Certainly some superior imagery there.

WmTrevor,

I wonder, my childhood experiences are always there somewhere in the background - like a watermark.

But I find they mitigate some of life's more challenging occasions. And, as much as I endured a pretty hard time, I was really free as a bird. It was left to me to fashion my own sense of conduct and control - and although our lodgings were usually of the meanest kind, they were usually in the "better" suburbs which, although they provided a starker contrast between myself and my contemporaries, they also provided a pleasant backdrop to many episodes of my childhood.