Hope on Top

so is it worth it
to lose
one’s Person
in order to find
One’s Person?
and not in the
otherperson
manner.
but in the
my person
one.
chances taken
that, really,
could not have been fathomed
before,
seem crucial suddenly.
oddly enough,
(funny how the words are coming now)
salvation
is in the risk.
interesting how the
self
preservation
thing
could,
in all actuality
and hope,
be our rescue.

Defunked, I do believe. (not defunct)

Hi folks. Bootstrap time again.

Which means a list of all the crap I didn’t get done whilst funking.

and none of it will be interesting to you. ha. but look, you’re sucked in, aren’t you?

here goes:

• pay ticket that is probably past 30 days, or possibly just send a random check for 200 bucks to the Florida Highway Patrol.
• do the online driver school for the ticket I got on Easter… 
• realize that I really need to drive more carefully before I’m broke.
• take Annie to the groomer, since our week at the beach was also a week at the beachhouse with fleas. yay. I now have a matted, itchy shih-tzu with skin problems. woot woot!
• finish cleaning my downstairs. I’m on a roll, finally. 
• go for a walk with the girlies.  briskly.

I can’t think of anything else at the moment, but if I get that stuff accomplished it will be considered a Day of Miracles.

While doing all of the above things, I expect I’ll be listening to Aqualung. They’re fabulous, and my new favorite. Here ya go.

Pretty much the only way I’m communicating these days…

in search of clarity,

afraid of mistakes,

committing to the

thing that could

cage me later.

is anyone ever sure?

Hoping that one

day it’s clear,

beyond any doubt shadows.

Begging for an

absolute

that I’m not sure exists.

Sadness here,

through a core of hope.

Thank God.