12.9.16

Walking on air, way way up there…

Just me and my muse

Walking on air, way way up there…

Attempting to exceed capacity, abusing our afterburners, maxed out thrusters are propelling us through star clusters… Brighter than ever — will we lose steam? We optimistically scream never!

Just me and my muse, feet dangling,

happy as kids in high chairs,

walking on air, way way up there…

12.9.16 

12.1.16

I am…

too blessed to complain.

I have…

many people praying for me; blessings no luck.

I know…

everything happens in the appropriate season.

I choose…

to harbor no hate; The few feelings I express are better spent showing love.

I will…

never take a new day for granted.

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