I took your fan club off the do not cat-call list.
there was a full moon, though, which completely ruined the recording process.
it's just time for another short hair cut, and of course champagne.

but what I mostly love about life, is that even repeats are meant to happen. so it's original.

the kindness of God in warm gloves and sad departures. weighing heavy over my head is the Baltic Sea and how He wants things a certain way for us and tells me to let it go and sink.

other things he tells me to stay, and wait. like a dog across the yard waiting, sitting, wagging, for the treat, but "Staaaaayyyyy!" and then, "COMEHERE!!!" and bolted mad dashes. anything in my way would be shredded into ribbons. even teflon or affection.

it hurts like paper cuts. it heals like love from a mother.
it burns like sand in the eye. it calms like a late night on the way out of hell.

brightness just exploded all over the dashboard and screens, but magnificence aspired for so much more.