We could...

We could go up your drive way and across your walk way,

we could follow you perfectly in the hopes we wont lose you,

and we could pitch our modern tents in the farthest corners of the himalayas,

but what we are really going to do is walk across the lawn,

cut you off at the pass,

and camp in our backyards. Because, really, whose going to enjoy this? Me or you?

No, really. Did you try and trap your lawn for bears or something? 

...

Oh.

Goodnight

Hey, don't let it get to you. the moon is a passing thing. It frets about on stage for a few hours and then it is gone. After it disappears? Well it is just the evening. The dark will give you time to think. Again no biggy. Just go with it.

OH. Just don't use that blanket. It's some strange mixture of rayon. Just stay away from that. Yeah. Only thing you need to worry about.

Farewell to glow

After that moment they found themselves a little darker. A little later. The flowers a little less bright. Never did their minds wander over what they had just seen, they merely walked beyond the flooded room and into the twilight of a once bright day. And now, horses were just horses, people just people, and all their grandeur an indecent lie. 

They seriously contemplated whether they would ever smile again.

but,

Unbeknownst to them a little glimmer still shined in that well. It flitted through waves and ripples and scattered light against the damp ceiling. In the morning it would burn a hole in the roof and feed the sunlight with its brave elixir. The world would glow once more.

Motif 2

Hey, I know how to eat barbequed chicken. Dont get me wrong. I just think it isnt the best thing for my wasteline, Seriously. If I get below 300 the coach will take me off the line.

Wait, is that a hippo?

Motif

The only problem is this: When we find the hippopotomus how will we get him to the pool party? I mean, did anyone actually think about it?

Elizabeth

Mary says there is no God. She tells me that if there were he wouldn't let people eat bad food. You know. Twinkies? I think that is what she means. I tell her she needs to be happy that she has anything. Mom says that's grateful. I'm grateful for Twinkies. Think they taste good. I pray and tell God I am. And I think maybe everything is that way. Someone loves it, even if I don't. I'll ask the doctor if anyone is happy to be sick when I see him tomorrow. It is a big day!

Tomorrow I get to see the gumball machine outside his office, the one that moves like a circus. Up and down and inside gears and pulleys and into my mouth! Mmm! SO GOOD! I'm chewing it now.

When I think about it the doctor likes injuries cuz' he gets paid. He's nice, so I'm glad people get hurt. I'll tell him that too. I'll tell Mary. Somebody loves everything. Nobody loves nothing.

So many ways to say that. In the end, won't we all be grateful for it all?

Figment

We are allowed to see what we want. I am a big advocate of will. If I will it into the existence I perceive that it may be real, but reality is often more than you or I. Reality is universal. Reality is truth. Is it no wonder that most people see only half of reality in this day and age? Between our personal ideas and those deceitful lies spread by the rest of humanity and their preconceived notions it can be difficult to see what really applies, what really affects, what really equates. It isn't open for major consensus or understanding. Reality is what dictates, we do not dictate reality. Our affirmation and general consensus creates a unity of understanding. With that unity we can overcome small thinking and actually explore. Push and pull and examine reality until we intimately can exclaim that it is full and fair. There are rules for happiness. Real happiness. Happiness that still stands after the voice of our opinion dies out and our constant challenging of understanding melts into a dreary slumber. If, for five minutes after you awake, you can simply grasp that new morning feeling before you drag the rest of your circumstance into it then we can all exclaim together that life is delightful.