The Hope Guy

2024.07.18

Good morning that wonderful way.

Sun's about to come up over sleepy town.

Abe up an hour and a half ago to piss on the kitchen floor.

Shit happens, too.

Letting him out at 2 in the morning, on a (literally convenient) dark and stormy night is not usually a good idea.

Especially when he runs under the house to camp out.

Just at sunrise is okay, but ...

There's something about the middle of the night, quiet calm, unforgiving because there's no need.

Forgiveness waits till morning. So does incrimination.

Justice, for the Moon, is a lights out good night.

Everyone sleeps.

Everyone dreams.

The whole world thinks we interrupt our lives for a handful of hours every night.

We say we're sleeping.

But what if the purpose were to sleep?

What if that's what life was for?

Then at sunrise we'd all spend the days waking.

"Oh, she's waking right now, be asleep later."

Waking is to feed the furnace to allow us to sleep better.

Keeps the asleep machine running.

We dream singularly at night.

The day is a shared dream.

We do our best

We fumble through the light.

We match up our dreams.

Our conscious self is really only the best we can do with our unconscious self.

Our best painting painted from our senses of our dream life.

We sit down and write the rhythm of the moment.

We attach our intended outcome to the rhythm of the moment and press or pen glide away.

With the rhythm of the day.

Lately, I'm not under so much fire.

Finally.

Like my whole life was a brigade's bombardment on any chance at success.

From disease of the body to disease of our Country, it's illness of some sort that's kept my kind words from you.

"Of all the words to censor? Hope, they're keeping hope from us."

Makes sense.
Hard for unchecked power to manipulate when your country has hope.

Hard to enslave hope.
Every story starts with it.
And every story is about overcoming because of it.

Bad guys, that's what a story overcomes.
So bad guys hate hope most of all.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+