the moon changes the month changes the mood changes the mind changes nothing ever stays the same not rights not rhythm not hope not blame
without changes there is no change
this moon is change this month is change the mood is change the time is change everything always subject to change the words the wisdom the peace the game
Another week, more chances, some disappointments. Each day fragile, forgiving, soon to be forgotten. We breathe, as we must, seek answers and reprieve, before the sun sets. We sleep, more dreams, some nights more than others. We breathe, as we do, wake up to excuses or opportunity. We wouldn’t have it any other way.
Coordinates unclear, the first wonder of a new day. Open your eyes, light diffused, a little confused, gradually you wake. Go slow. Morning coffee: is there a better type to wash away remnants of the darkness that exists? A cloudy day any way, no need to rush. You sit and settle into this reality, every cell of your being readjusting. Recalibrate your emotions. Don’t rush it. No need today. Yesterday no longer matters.