If you could see me now?
My right hand just raised itself up naturally,
like a kid at roll-call.
Is that a bad thing?
Do you know why?
My hand NEVER hesitated.
That’s a big deal in my un-sub-and-conscious books,
here? the golden thread always leads me back to one, to the one who lead me here, held me here, stoked the fire from the beginning for me here in social media. It’s a simple ball game, back and forth that has spread in my mind and in my heart. And to be truthful as a human goes? In my body.
Since it was never spoken before, I’d call it an odd ending to a phone call from my mother: “Okay honey, have a good dream.”
— Ada thinking some quirky thought about energy being an innocent striking character. After all, this playfully ‘just’ glue keeps us all together like love.
An anti-capitalist veteran (via elitc)
Well heres a take on it not often uttered or shared
I’m looking at the production notes. It’s a great line-up — no question.
Yet, it has always been about the best and pushing this talented energy up for others to see.
Now? I view a twist in this scheme.
A good thing. Or shall I say, “a good space”.
It is all a matter of timing now. And frankly, I have no control over that.
Cheers to my dear invisible friends, and know that I deeply care.
Today was a bold day. Every day is eventful; yet, today was bold. For good measures, there are always bad ones to balance it out. Today’s bold lead up came down again, it crashed. I wish good could last a bit longer, but I know better. Somehow, today’s ending was quite the balance. A balance I will not forget.