Sideways smile. Eyebrows raised. Proud marking. Alone embraced. Rhyme from reason. Flower to sun. Humbled bee. Be kind and run. Train approaching. Sounds from there to hear from where, we cast out fear.
This marks three weeks to the end of the beginning. It has been a six month journey filled with powerful knowledge, new relationships, and extra opportunities. Ready for more pages to turn. Chapter one on the rise.
Another year. Five shy from the half century. Educated growth. Faced reality. Found from lost. Pockets picked. Branches reattached. Roots kept thick.
The name I call you, the place you raised me, an honor we are made to follow. Lost in the mist. Disappeared from our list. Sectioned off. Post prime. Marked with caution. Do not cross. Heart forced affection. Escape life. Bank on barriers.
New hat in route to sprout a game of less doubt. Series finale in season spice. Everything brought and bought to feel right. How nice it is to be loved by me.
You find yourself needing to stop but nowhere comfortable to just stand and stare. Then you find a long line for pizza by the slice. Great excuse with a fresh reward on the flip. Recharging and ready.
Remember when back in the day we passed passes to ongoing arrivals who were rivals of the revival? I do and it was exhausted. See ya in the rearview review.
That age when you realize you’re too old to have kids. Next milestone is the acceptance of dying alone.
It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin. It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win. It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain. It's sad, it happened, and it's a shame. You want it all, but you can't have it.
Do yourself, and life in general, a favor: Keep crushing the @toystory TikTok trend. When someone says, “Andy’s coming!” you freeze and fall in place. lol
