Mourning the night,
mourning the break of day.
I’m a handful of hours into my morning as synchronistic times approach.
How are you today? I ask My Lord.
I hear nothing.
It’s Wednesday already. I ponder where the first 2 days of this week went.
Time, as illusionistic as it is, seems to dwell on almost all of our minds.
This, I try to avoid as I shame myself for checking the clock on my phone.
There’s no reason for it.
Nor am I in a rush for anything.
I’ve been 23 for a month now and I can’t imagine how the rest of this year will go.
I am open to anything. Including any hurt it may bring.
My Haku lays across the floor and cries for things I don’t know.
Does she long for the liberation I do?
I imagine it’s the speed of her heart, playing games with her mind.
I try to comfort her anxiety the best I can. There’s only so much I can do.
It’s Wednesday and I am here writing this to you.
do you also feel that thing that is beyond?
Do you feel that knowing of something more?
How do you live with it so well?
Sometimes it keeps me up at night
and other times,
it beings me to tears.
For the most part, it provides me a smile
and something to think about when my mind begins to wander.
I hope your day is nice, whatever time it may be.
Tell the people of your town I said hello
and that there’s someone out there that cares for their thoughts
and for where their soul travels at night.
Enjoy this day the best you can;
I’ll be here if you need me.