Unbuckled

2024.11.19

Good morning that wonderful way.

Slow it down.

A deep breath helps, stops the yelps.

A metric verse kind of day.

What a thing to say.

Gotta have been at this a long time to feel that way.

Do you have those kind of dreams?

They've been with you as long as you can remember. They won't quit. There's comfort in them.

You keep them as safe as walking down a dark street in a big city at night. You'd die protecting them.

Something you'd like to be, being it in the dream.

Someone you'd like to know, knowing them in the dream.

Something you'd like to make, making it in the dream.

Start to be it, to know it, to make it today.

"Hello old dream that just won't quit, what step can we take today to start making you real?"

That's a good day that answers that question.

Answer it.

The Sun's still not showing his decision to show up to the party.

Abe's on the loveseat, unbuckled his pants to let his bloated breakfast belly stretch out before monitoring the yard for squirrels through the windows.

The neighbor's night light, and The Moon, aren't quite bright enough to discuss the sight of the shape of things.

Take care, remember that dream, serve yourself a piece of it, don't bloat, keep your pants buckled up, and have your better day.