Here to write, for right, and to paint pictures for you. True layers; impressions; confessions, to open us up. For you.
See. We’re not bad. Sad though the way we’re behaving. An act. A fact, and if you can see it, you can be beyond the BS. Then rest, and dream big, knowing life and the fight and the let-go and it slows down, to the moment. Shown it, the parts are clear. It’s black and white, but golden. Now, you’re not holdin. It flows through you.
So you shape. Shift. With. It. Accepting. Observing. Absurdity…. is what we carry, from there to here. Hear it. Now. Clearer and clearer.
It’s the bell. And hell will be behind you.
You’ve known. The chime that comes and goes. That distant sound that calls just you.