Superpower Daydreams

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Hello. O/

Back to sing-songing the sunrise.

Well… vocal exercises at least; it’s still hours away.

Hope all’s well with you my attentive reader extraordinaire.

If not, get over that. You deserve the best.

On with our show.

Loud, positive daydreams; page words go slow.

Time wants writing about. And color. And writing. And dreams. And a sleepy hound on a loveseat.

Choppy, listy, sentences morning. Still early, though. Cohesion comes with persistence.

What about superpowers? That’s always a good topic.

What would you choose? Any power at all, what would you choose?

Invisibility? Super-strength? Telepathy? Healing? Mind-reading? Magic?

Of course, to bring up magic brings in the question: Which type?

Dark? 🖤 Light? 💡 Healing? 🩹 Elemental? 🔥 Necromancy? ☠️😱

You can tell a lot about a person based on what superpower they’d choose.

Words and what words can do. Healing. Maybe some elemental for fun; for my choices.

There’s love, but that’s just choice and surrender and trust. Not magic. There’s nothing realer than Love.

Two persons deciding to create a new life, be it a shared story of days, or a new story to make new stories called a child.

What it feels like to make something new with someone, something else.

I write something else because we can love, and should, our work.

O/ Like me.

I hope my love for making sentences comes through for you as you read.

Do what you love, have what you love, be with what gives you love in a way that feels like love to you.

^ That’s good ghostly advice. ^

Highway traffic picks up. Third shift shifts to first.

A long morning of daydreams.

Sunshine still sometime away.

Maybe you don’t daydream enough.
Maybe somewhere you heard it was a bad idea to.
Maybe where you heard it was a miserable place.
Maybe you should consider the source.

Try it out.

Pick a quiet place.

You might talk to yourself or a wall or two, so it’s best to be alone.

Don’t force it. See what dreams and thoughts come.

Write them down if that’s comfortable.

Remember you’re alive and that’s about dreams and doing dreams.

If you don’t know this, you’re following someone else’s dream of what Life is about.

That’s a waste of you.

Don’t waste you.

Dream a day beautiful for you and live it, take care, and make a wonderful day.