We ate Persian stew at my sisters house yesterday. Insta pot magic. It’s all magic. Scientific explanation does nothing to lessen the majesty of it all.
The pulse of the world has changed.
Can you feel it?
Do you even try?
My coffee gets cold most days and I just sip.
Dreams fall all around me
Petitioning me to pick them up.
Which will I choose?
Which will spark my evolution into a vehicle for-
There is a beckoning, a welcoming, a dramatic pull.
The world is over (it)
Let’s start again