Time Heals

Is it time to go? Time to take the train off the course of time, plunge into a response of nostalgia. I never did meant to appear and disappear. My intentions went up against the wall and now this defiance is setting itself up.

Time heals. Time takes away and helps you forget the rush and embarassing warps of naivety. Like the day our desert fellowship communed. Many new faces lit up and most of us were reminded of banished details. Kinship is a word beyond the DNA. Map of stars and you can see a new connection and collaboration of our rhythms.

Enough talk breeds enough balm to give. But some of us don't quite get enough. Or don't quite get it. Causing some of us to tumble stumble and fumble. Yes, what ecstacy that would bring. But why this? Why this short lived drug use? Why this sentence to death before life begins?

Letting go has so much more meaning to it. Sometimes, fuck off is the word. Now, THAT, is harsh and I apologize. No malice was intended and I do love my family and friends and relatives, well most, and respect and honor them for the lives they are leading. I am grateful to be part of their cosmos, so please don't overeact or read into my seemingly palmistry intentions.

Dance a little today.