I am not sure why I am afraid and what I am afraid of or to be quite honest if I am really afraid at all. I am anxious about the next moment. I wonder if it will be as good as the last moment or better than the one before.
This morning I went for a long very brisk walk. The sun was shining and it was warm, almost hot at eleven. It - I felt good.
I blew kisses at the red birds that zoomed across my path. The rock that I thought metal was just a rock. I picked it up, walked a ways then threw it. I shook someone's world--shifted the energy just to the left of me.
See what I mean about that last moment.
Right now I am trying to figure out why I wrote the first sentence of this piece in the first place.
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