I bask in the sunlight as the pen drips in the wake of my thoughts. Infinity combined is breaking my heart. I’m no too old to think about the future. I’m not too young to forget.

Wondering why, how.. we got here when.. we hold on to… what… I practice going through the motions.. twisting, turning over and over in my sleep.. the fan blinks in and out of existence.. I am an interpretation machine caught in a wash cycle.. what is really happening that I have no control over..

why are we running when we’re all already here.. in the grace of the divine beast.. the purest forms of love made manifest.. wake up a little more each day.. we are called upon by the universe to simply open our eyes and report back in our daily dream uploads.. we torrent reality.. unobstructed peace warriors.. practicing manifest.. practicing vision creation.. enjoy, love,

embrace the occasional stillness..

because our paths are intertwined and we often fail to listen.. I often fail to listen.. all I have to do at times is turn my head to the left.. and I shut my eyes.. fighting the natural flow out of a fear that my ego will not be recognized.. a child lost in hope.. a misguided spirit clinging to the destination unknown. Practice love. Practice the now. So much can happen with a simple little flip of the switch.. a dream…. We no longer need to run.

Please forgive me for being late.

The excuses have long since run dry.. these are promises I must keep to myself. These are promises that will create my path in love.