I think I will turn to god
When we allow ourselves to be separated because of strife, turmoil, or suffering we lose the very thing we are fighting to save.
Counting back blog posts 8 years and 285, 286 counting this, and I start to think that perhaps it's time to do a little editing for material worth salvaging and wrap it all into a tidy package.
My mind has become a place of great beauty: I have chosen to see every interruption as a miracle, because it is a moment to reflect and regain my presence. What am I doing that is so important anyhow?
Longing for youth and folly and endless nights chasing dawn with a rolled cigarette hanging loose from parted lips, I look back.
2 comments:
Oh silly, I'm not actually god.
Well, if not god, I'll settle for a nice latte and decent internet
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