Not Gonna Lie

I've seen things before. You know. Like bollides. Sally on the 4th. But you can't tell me that things are really what you think they are.        I guess you could. But Edgley is right. Red bushes won't spread. It's a red bush after all. In the desert. Think about that. And try not to forward slash again. ...I'm mean I guess maybe they could... but not at this time of year.

Really though, there's no two ways to slice that pomegranate. It's no apple, elder. It's nuts and berries. In a chinese pear. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Possibly an apple. Ish. A corer-slicer-peeler could be fun but likely wouldn't help. Unless you baked it off.

I say, there are a lot of bunnies on the road. Some will stay there sadly. And I'll try not to wake you.       Not like that CGI snow. And since when is three too long? (sigh)  Well, you know the way. Just close your eyes and it'll come around. Silent as the grave.


Honestly though, you have to push through, right? I mean... that's the plan. Not like some of the other plans. Hopefully...       Maybe there's the problem. Skip the plan. And just go. Dunk that ball. In a bucket of cheese curd. I've got this. You?

This is hard.

For, Not At You

Heartache. Everybody has one. Some run deeper than others. To not be able to tell. To not be able to show. To fail to give is a hard thing. To be unable to open up is another. Not the lack of peace. Not the lack of hope. The lack of being one. Patience. Meekness. Humility. Charity. These aren't lightly on the pack. No, when you could be swilling your gin and dancing in the lights, no, the reminder is still there. You want to hope. You want to break. You want to lose. You want to feel. But the reminder is still there. Calm.        Different.      Unlike any other.  Stay the course. Believe. Hope. Hope when there is nothing to hope for. Hope when that beautiful glass has been shattered into millions of shards. It isn't a weapon. No. But an assurance. And it's all I have. But it is mine. Pretend that there is something else for yourself. I won't for me. I can't.    ...what if the crap hits the fan you say?  It often does. We'll burn that bridge when we get to it. There is no reason to fear what you don't know. In fact there is no reason to fear what you do. You can make your own decisions. I'll not be sitting here. I've got a lot to do. But believe you me, that doesn't mean I'll move along.