
hardest part….

hardest part….
…..guard down…week behind….unwind…relax… breathe slowly….recharge…renew…get ready…prepare….beware….next week…almost here….
staring straight at insanity….fleeting glimpse of obscurity…welcome to the new day…the whole world in the way….laughing I think, no more than yesterday…..

…friday night feeling..
New faces, familiar memories. Distant places. Long forgotten misdeeds. Everything in between. Mind racing, thoughts flying. Can’t concentrate. No use trying. Maybe someday. For now, I’ll survive, albeit crazily.

…small harvest…
Mystical light. Metallic swirling magical, sparkling bright. Be it day, be it night. In some shape or form there’s always light. May be soft or flashing fright. Bringing hurt and pain, or vast delight.
Tail wiggling side to side. Looking at me with smiling eyes. She rears her head with a yawn so wide. My little friend, so full of pride. She calms me down, helps me see. My Ezra means the world to me.
Countermeasures must be taken. In case of unknown enemies, even if mistaken. Familiar faces and strangers alike. Be diligent, take nothing for granted. Eyes wide open, no room for surprise.

…sailing into the mystic….