and so I hold myself hostage. with nowhere to spill I swallow thoughts that don’t belong. lungs heave for more time from a world behind the fog. get out of bed and over the self: open door, wash face, pay tax and eat. eat and read and listen. consume every pixel and fuel another day. believe in something bigger than the self and softer than the headlines, some fertile ground for hope. believe in change and eat accordingly. sleep well and pray the flowers grow. ‘go placidly’ etc. take every breath with gratitude and watch for passing traffic. don't think. dispose of doubt and plastic. strive to wake happy.
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