Oh Chris, do you make me believe?
Checking on myself, I think of the wonderful miracles having come off, the ones happening. And, hope for the ones to be in future. I remember telling the difference in dreaming and expecting.
Time knows a lot about uncertainty. Yet, I find myself speaking to the void of hopeful seconds to speak back. It is only because, of this void, I expect nothing from. It is a void knowing what it knows. It is time, understanding itself.
Anxiety got me nowhere. And, nowhere is the perfect place to start again. Looping myself of this void and anxiety, it is mostly the smile on my plants that find themselves giving me the answers. The shady clouds reminding me of the beauty in imperfection. Currents high and low letting the waves be. For it is, perfect as it remains.
Oh Martin, you make me believe!