I am so many layers of altered goodness,
of crackled color,
that I have fallen deeply into the certain'ness of Agape.
Oh but, not just love, no no,
a love feast of Me.
My fake face peeling off,
revealing the true'ness of Me,
& then I get so sick of concerning myself with what Jealousy will think.
SO I WON'T.
I'll concern myself with the niche of now
because I have no idea what I want to do later.
I only know that right now.....
I want to
and BE at Home.
Which means I need to
So much so that I believe they are my dreams!
No matter how "fancy" they seem....
they are not what I want to spend my life doing.
The fact is that I am already in my dream.
I just forget to remind myself of that.
The moon told me so.
By the way, it also said to remember that I'll forget all this again
And be writing another post about it
because apparently, that's how life goes.