we love the hearts...

...but the hearts love us even more.

Each thought, each emotion, every single way of emitting any sort of expression to correlate the way I feel exists only in poofy little clouds. In which they float above me like I'm on the drawing boards to the movie of my life. I'm shutoff from my surroundings, a crab in his own shell, allowing ones inside that I deem worthy and important of my relations. As one may procure to grasp an understanding of how I feel, what I'm thinking, this may stimulate certain doubts. If you are in, you are in, and if you are out, well its sad and true, you're out.

The fact is, I'm in love with life, and the beauty that flourishes within my own world. With that the experiences that occur on a consistent basis's throughout the daily life I lead. Challenges occur that put doubt into my mind, for instance the idea that I may love life but not myself. That's just a fallacy in life I think, because if you didn't love yourself, you'd be dead.

Right now my mind is a jumbo blob of gluhhhh, and I'm just rambling, I need these thoughts for my own clarity.

you only get one taste...

...and for this gift we are graced.

Just hit play and accept that the movie of our lives feeds us in a direct forward progression. Never going in re-wind, nor jumping far ahead, just a series of present events that allow us to live in the current moment, building upon things we know, accepting things that will become. The outcome is never really clear, but with an ounce of hope, we can be reasonable with ourselves and work towards the best.