Full of wisdom and wit.

Full of sadness and grit.

I walk through the graveyard and stumble upon a dearly departeds last words that leave me submerged in thought.

never think about the best thing that can happen, because then it won’t.

Who was this person?

What was their passion?

Was their life filled with mediocruicy or did they find the best thing through letting go of driving feelings of...

His heart was hungry.

Starving for a satisfying love.

Malnourished for years with tightropes and earthquakes. He never got his bearings.

Swimming in a sea of endless heartache. Drowning with desire of something real....

It was an intimate group. No more than 10-12 of us. Mostly coupled up but a few outliers with a friendly enough energy. I didn’t question why I received an invitation. The majority of pre-meal conversation was spent with a sweet pair discussing French literature and child bearing rights.

What I failed to notice was the peculiar man who might have remained unnoticed beyond his strong smell of Vani...

She could tell by my every move that I felt guilty. Hiding in the pantry, crawling up every tier to reach that last jar of peanut butter. I’d already scarfed down the Oreos and half of the granola bars. My petrified smile looked like a milky way, cookie crumbs scattered throughout my adolescent chompers.

mortified… not I, but my mother.

And that made it even worse.

I was the junk food junky....

Life is so much simpler now.

Walking into the grocery store, into the bank, into my favorite bookstore that once stockheld 50 copies of my best selling memoir.

Now, it’s pleasant stroll down memory lane- visiting my favorite places.

I remain, unnoticed.

I feel free....

I died last week yet I have lived lifetimes in between. I expected to be hanging with Jesus and crew. Surely things got switched in the mix of newly departeds.

I admit that I’m starting to enjoy the company of hellions. Makes me second guess how I was living all those years on Earth....

In some ways, it was the best thing that’s ever happened to be. Anti-dream after death scenario. Double sided coin. I’m not sure what to make of it.

I spent my entire life suctioned to morals and and doing everything in a way I thought a life ought to be lived.

It was pure accidental fate,

Sanctioned to the rosey gates for God knows how long.

I didn’t expect this… not one bit.

Truth is, hell...

Everybody wants to judge but nobody wants to listen. Why on Gods green earth is it social norm to wear fabric around your arms when it’s 90 degrees outside. My pits are blazing like the rest of my body. I’m emitting an uncomfortable amount of liquid and don’t want it captured in some seersucked shortsleeve. Summer is not an excuse to use clothing as a rain barrel. Set the sweat free and let me be....

I drafted over the kingdom and wept at the beauty below me. My heart exploded as exploration took flight in my spirit and body. Flying was not a normal thing to do but here I was, up in the air, taking it all in with a giant breath of gratitude....

I think this is where Baby Jesus was born. No, I’m certain of it. Right here in section C31 with the religious texts. I can feel his presence....