A is for

The truth is, that after we said goodbye, I wanted to sprint after you to say

So In Life With This

Lights hanging in the train tunnel
lights with wire baskets
lights white like diamonds in the cartoons
We're in no cartoon.
We're in white-walled rooms
Here
now
in life.
I'm so in life with this.
I'm so in life with this.
I'm so in love with this.
Life.
Headphones pipe fields of audio blossoms from their tiny buds.
The train carries north but the journey goes
deeper than the tunnel of Providence.
Lights like landing strips, and my heart and soul finding refuge
with each note with each bulb,
again
and again and again.
Lights to guide the way.
Nothing lost.
Nothing.
Nothing!
If it's thought that way go that way
and find it.

Find it.

(Keep Going)

Profiles

What would you post to your "accounts" online if you had to share only images and videos of your bad days and tougher moments? What would you post if you had to share what a tough time you're having? What would you publish to your profile if you weren't smiling, and the situation wasn't scenic, and reality was torn into pieces?

Who in your life would click "like" to those moments?

Who in your life would click "like" because they would
be there
stand for you
stand with you
care
listen
share their story
lift you up and
encourage you to press on.

How does that circle of friends and connections compare to the followers and friends count you currently have in your beautifully veneered world?

There is no dark cloud over the asking of these questions.
There is only sun piercing through.

The true ones will click "like" immediately to the moment you don't like, because they know..

They know that fire inside.
They know that look on your face.
They know the clenched fists.
They know the head bowed in prayer.
They know the taste in your mouth.
They know...
They know.

They know you'll be better than ok soon enough.

(Keep going)

Bridged

Don't write words
coaxed from the head.

Nail boards.
Hammer nails.
Tie ropes
to bridge
to connect us instead.
Words sway
spark temporarily
or are regrettable.

Bridges connect the forgettable.

Connect the forgettable.