Sometimes the whole point of today is to simply get you to tomorrow, and even sometimes tomorrow to the next day. For two pieces of cloth with a handful of stitches between them is altogether useless. You need every stitch in between to make it a proper coat. Only then can you weather the storms.
So it is that on the backs of clouds and evaporating dewdrops that our every concern may be taken from us and pass into the corners of the world in which we have no obligation to meander nor dwell. For what greater joy is there than skies of deepest, most innocent blue, and a morning... Continue Reading →
I will not be torn apart by prideful fingertips... Yours or mine.
Back and forth, the world goes round, and I'm right here, right here, right now, and every word that comes from my mouth can't seem to say please let me out...
But first, we must dive//And next, we must emerge//And allow the ripples of our newfound fantasia//Swell with a relentless Love
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
Smile as the foolish comforts vie for your attention. They needed you far more than you ever needed any one of them.
Moment by moment You next chapter is in progress And as much as you won't like to hear this The words are scrolling past you With every tick of the clock's second hand With ev'ry unfurling of rose pedals Should you meet a wizard It would be well worth the second to make a note... Continue Reading →
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.