Hush Underground
Seems like we wait most of our lives, to finally realize what makes sense.
What needs to make sense and what doesn't.
Some things are, just because...that's what they are.
Nothing to figure out. Just a serendipitous moment.
A synchronicity by design, or a brilliant flaw in time?
Perhaps it's nothing more than exactly perfect.
The way wonderment sparks our subtle interest.
I'm traveling again. I have been for years.
Should we meet again, we can exchange our tears.
I remember, when you said goodbye.
I remember, waiting...wasted...all my life.
Strange, odd, obscurities that shape our lives on a daily basis. I have decided to try and measure just how fit my words really are. This Blog is used for that purpose. I may say things that some disagree with, but I'm a hippie at heart who showers almost everyday. I'd rather we all gather in a circle around a big bonfire.
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