in the beginning…
there was no such thing as goodbye.
there is a hammock outside my window that is purple [or maybe navy, or perhaps, black] & white that i have not rested in. it sits under a majestic tree with a branch just out of reach. during the morning hours, the sun and birds collaborate to wake me from my sleep. i feel sweet, golden warmth and hear notes that tell of wonder just a few steps away.
despite such beautiful argumentation, i have not ventured to this familiar place. that hammock looks big enough for two, and sometimes things are just meant to be shared upon discovery. sometimes beauty is meant to be experienced from some short distance away. this scene is meant to be transcendent. while reality may consist of bugs & rips & litter & death, this unvisited spot will have no such things—at least, until i am ready to discover it with you.
perhaps…a glimpse of things to come?
& i couldn’t tell you the exact hour, but there is a time of day when the world becomes drenched in gold & eyes sparkle with joy.
this is my favorite time of day.
on that which glitters.
sometimes i think stars were created just as a means of catching our eye and turning our gaze upward.
& i am perfectly okay with that.
yo jackson, i get ya.
this is what my ______ [mind, life, schedule, confusion, etc.] looks like at the moment:
give us liberty, okay?
okay.
brothers, sisters, we are not liberated just to be free. freedom is a means to an end. we have been freed to do good works.
see you out there.
on the strategy of life.
there is a battle i will not win. i fight with the final victory in sight, the outcome of a war that is ultimately not mine.
