Blue moon, a second chance at $@&! You!
Hello? Good morning. I'm taking my stroll. As I do throughout the day,
Walking by my apparently dramatic, overly dramatic Spirit animals. That's right. I'm talking about you. I really pissed them off, you know.
Yeah, that's what happens when you're drama king yourself.
So, the blue moon. May 31st. 2026. Some say it's a 2nd chance. To do what? I don't know. Uh, I hear—many things. I like to think of it as another chance to introduce myself.
In that 2nd chance of a 1st impression with you, what would it be?
How would I meet you? Where would we be? Would I change the circumstances? Or the environment?
I have a lot of thoughts on my mind, of course.
I love you, it seems. To be the natural response. I then imagine you looking at me...You don't know me. How could you love?
I would scramble to hold a long conversation of observations. However, at that time, as I acknowledged those sights, so do you in our gaze. You would then not be the person I was looking at, nor I.
Life, we, us, are perpetually evolving or growing, so yes! In some way, I could never know exactly who you were, are, or could be.
So what is this recognition I so desperately call love?
Is it simply reduced to chemical and biological/physiological reactions, interactions due to proximity, frequency, and blah, blah, blah?
"Thank you," then naturally follows.
Without reference, a thank you does not express what actions say!
Then we live a thousand lives, caring, running, chasing, fighting, staring, looking away, wickedly turning back...and the storms settle in the eye!
and the heavens were silent...
Love-
“I will meet you in the hallway.”
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