Wednesday, December 21, 2011


More and more I'm realizing night is my time. I feel like I live in my own little world in the night. I'm more awake and alert and my thoughts run with greater ease. Maybe it's the lack of distractions outside or the fact that I'm less likely to have some random person annoy me at night. Keepin' it real, folks, keepin' it real.

Love is a powerful thing. Given how my life has been with new friends and thoughts on my other posts, I'm overwhelmed by how much power love, or the lack there of, has.

I had other thoughts on this but they aren't there anymore so I'll post in the morning.

You are loved.


  1. I think so too. Except perhaps "you are love" added in there somewhere. What are we but vessels of/for goodwill?


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