Just Another Manic Monday

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Dear Weekend...

You say goodbye, &

I say hello.

(I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.)

Excellent...

There's only one way I can explain how I've been feeling lately. How the days've unfolded, things've evolved. Pretty faces, happy days. Old lovers, cold nights, roaming the streets to those darn familliar city lights. Only one way really, to sum it all up;

[...] E-X-C-E-L-L-E-N-T.

Take care darlings;

love / me.

All I Really Want...

Is that really that much to ask?

That, & a direction to follow. It's hard to look ahead when you have no clue where you're going.

But there will always be singing. Thank god there will always be singing. Aiming to someday write the perfect line - & knowing I will never succeed - is what is keeping my head of the ground, a smile close to my face these days. I might not know much, but what I do know I will keep shouting at the top of my lungs.

Deal with it or hit mute mate.

'Night /

d.

In a perfect world...

Amen. But alas, this is not a perfect world. This is not even a semi-perfect world. It is, however, all we've got, & writing this I can sense, for the first time in a while, that tingling sensation, that modest - yet obvious - state of 'fine'. Like little birds nesting in my ribcage, just waiting their turn to learn to fly.

As if the clouds have drifted by. Just knowing - somewhere between my chest & my spine - that breathing will be as easy tomorrow as it is today. Rock bottom means solid ground. Solid ground means time to build a ladder.

& thank god for that.

May is here. Simple days are just around the bend. Take care, be

kind.

/ D.