i radiate outwards.
thank you. we take for granted what our interactions. in the spaces in between. seen or unseen. just what they mean. these collisions. the profound impact we have on each other. whether we want to or not. and so i thank you. i am a girl whose mother and brother did not call. and were infact never heard from. and so for but a moment. your simple words and presence. say there is purpose. and there is reason. thank you for carrying me in your thoughts. thank you for being there with me. you did important work.
and to those names that do not appear on this thread. those that know me and those that dont. i thank you too. i learn i great deal. life has its own way.
THANK YOU.
- A CULTURE OF LOVE -
and if everything is alive
it is to see the world through the eyes of a child
to slide down the bannister of reality
hop scotch its awkward tendencies
true
a game of peek a boo
a toothless smile
it is to see the world through the eyes of a child
somewhere
innocence is heard laughing with serenity
i find i understand
and with red crayon in hand
i begin to trace a portrait of my land
and it is in the shape of a heart.
PUT IN A LITTLE. YOULL SEE ALOT.
