Hello again, again and again
To the tune of Crossing Paths by Lake Isabel
Hello again,
A good day to you who spends their time in worlds their own made by words not their own
A good day to you who writes words for those to make their own worlds
A good day to the people in the worlds created by those reading the words of others
A good day to you
It is, after all, a good day. Good.. so vaguely defined. Flowing like water without gravity, each touch sending it in all different directions.
Someone is watching over my shoulder sometimes as I write this one. I don't hesitate to put it away as they do so. These words aren't for them, they're for you. Thanks again, by the way.
The keys push my mind to ever softer words and tone. Vulgarity has its moments, this is not one of them. This moment is for the mind to tarry. To spend time idling in the field of dreams, grasses you've never felt swaying against your waist. The eternal sunrise, or overcast skies. Warmth, but with a crisp enough wind to keep you from being too hot.
Take a moment, linger, delay. You'll thank me, though I would prefer you didn't. It was your idea, anyways.