BG angels play people better than you or me tread water to see the light they have no fear of an abyss below for they only look up at stars twinkling while angels play hide & seek keeping their identities secret skipping stones across the
BG it it was all the shit heaped up in a pile that didn’t need to be surveyed by me or you it was stuff left over from bad places broken relations shattered dreams too it was a jumble
BG go don’t wait any longer you learned to tie your shoes long ago so get up and go no need to pack the unnecessary take only what you can carry in your heart the rest is excessive paraphernalia that clogs the mind
BG scars fade scars fade they were merely a graze not a wound no pain no anguish no permanent damage the bandage removed made me wince for only a nano revealing a healing the music turned from gloomy gray to something more suitable to lighten the
BG today’s discourse lessons unlearned taking old and making it new again rekindling a fire sipping on warm cider watching the trees become bare as winter approaches leaves drop 1 by 1 yet the limbs don’t shiver from the cold the squirrels don’t
morning constitutional the peaceful amble before the day really wakes bringing prospective a time to contemplate leaving the weight of the world behind let thoughts drift in and drift out those that are
