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Whistling Dixie by Scott Thomas Outlar There is chaos in my mind these days, and though I’m sure it shall pass at some point as do all things in this temporary world, such knowledge doesn’t help in the moment to assuage the confusion and manic moods that are rising and falling day to day, hour to hour. Sometimes I just wish that I was normal, but then I realize that I’ve destroyed every chance at normalcy that has arrived in my life. I know that dwelling on the negative aspects will not help to reshape how I feel, and that if I consciously change my attitude to a state of Holy Spirit Vibration the positivity will flow like a state of grace from heaven directly into my heart. The only way to balance my lows is to rage with a fiery passion when I get up or else it’s all just whistling Dixie and that simply ain’t good enough. I seek to embrace my shadow so that the completeness of my psyche can emerge, but sometimes I feel like the shadow is too dark, too deep, and too powerful to be reined in, and so I just continue to drown in chaos.

Scott Thomas Outlar survived the chaos of both the fire and the flood...barely. Now he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the tide of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life's existential nature. His words have appeared in venues such as The First Line, Harbinger Asylum, Yellow Chair Review, Dissident Voice, and Belle Reve Literary Journal. Links to his published works can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com. Accompanying photo by martinak15

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