So much,
Soft hard fast slow sad happy intelligent dumb feeling or devoid of feeling.
Changes everything you see.
Changes how you feel about everything.
Pair it with a gorgeous day.
Parrot with productivity.
Pair it.
Pacing, lamenting, catastrophizing, daydreaming.
Doesn’t matter.
Doesn’t matter what you thought.
And what you think is.
Flow to every vein, every capillary, every aqueduct and every mortuary.
It’s everything.
It’s everything that’s good.
Changes all that ugly into something else.
Changes all those shitty parts of yourself.
The best.
And if God were above, maybe he would see that as a redeeming quality .
Maybe that would be enough reason to keep us around.
Stuff you make.
I’m going to climb out of this today, might be there tomorrow but I’m going to do this today
dawn 