Needing My Fix

Can you guess what I am thinking of....?

Sweet Thanks

Love.
All kinds.
From the Deep and Always
To the Light and Free
The Thoughts, the Touches
All the moments
Even the ones now Less
They all have brightened
The darkness around a heart 
Alone.
Hugs and Kisses!

Jump to the Fire

Gifted in the way that stars just wake up knowing how to shine, I still find powerful need to re-talent myself with ways to piss off people I like.
These dancing little motes of last ditch clawed gripped determination fit me well.
Some of the days ahead will involve effort of a type new to me.
So be it.
New isn’t a bad word.
Neither is Remorseless.
It took the story tellers to paint it into a corner.
To make it wrong to not second guess yourself.
What a fucking joke.
It is that very idea that we need to re-judge our actions
After we have decided they were right enough to enact
That is the single most unconscious enslaving trait
A free mind can bow to.
I want you to be free of this.  
What are the other Evils?
The other self allowed Hells?
Not loving who you are. And I don’t mean anything too broad.
If you spend more time wishing you were some other way, some other self, 
Then you are missing out on enjoying the gift it is to simply be in awe of being alive.
Of being aware.
Of being as close to a God as anything that ever wondered and cared.
Be true to your own honor.  
Lust after your own curiosity.  
Take your momentum.
Be thankful for your mind.