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sometimes i feel like i write best first thing in the morning... my head and my emotions are clear, and i feel super in tune with everything when i watch the morning light turn from blue to grey to spotty-sunshine.  right now i am feeling split open and raw.  i heard somewhere that you need to share yourself with others so that others can live, so i felt it necessary for some reason to share with everyone this morning, because i love all the people in my life... so this is out of love for everyone... including myself.

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here i am sitting somewhere over the rainbow listening to john prine and crying
the sun rises in an iridescent violet
and sets in a magenta goo... dripping itself into the ocean

for days and months
i have been singing about how 'you're gonna make me lonesome when you go'
thinking bout how 'i see you in the sky above, in the tall grass, and the ones i love'
smiling when i do

but fearless love takes a toll.

so here i am
redirecting
figuring out how i can borrow words of others
to keep feeding the love i have for myself.

and that takes a toll too.

i just keep praying to the moon
knowing that it always comes around to cast its moon shadows all over the place again.