I got the love, love of the loveless.

What's the story morning glory? No, I'm not glub. I ain't even got the blues. It's just me, a little older and wiser. I'm happy being me. Smelling the way I do. My hairs have gone crazy, but that's also a lot to do with the rain. I think that I may have learned a thing, maybe even two.

I do love the love and I do posses the love of the loveless. I'm so in love with love that I can make myself lovesick. I do believe that this love that springs from within me is from a true and beautiful source. It's this love I must not confuse with lust and infatuation.

I am overwhelmed by beauty. Blinded by it's light. This is where the danger lies within. It's wrapped up with my vanity and can lead me down the wrong path. It can also lead me down the right path. I think it's a crime to not fully appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. It inspires us. It dares us to dream. It gives us hope.

Today we are given one more chance to recognize the beauty that inspires the love that surrounds my soul. As a new life begins we are able to perceive the beauty that is perpetually engulfing our every moment. It's days like today, fantastic, hot, sticky, wet, loud, grey and bright days that make me smile. There's a light being born at this very moment. May this be baby be welcomed by the love. May this baby, be the love. I can see the beauty, at least for today. I want to see this beauty more days.

Today I want to wish a great big warm and fuzzy love to my little Zadie Hope. I love you, and I cant wait to meet you. Thank you for reminding me of the beauty. I got the love. Love of the loveless.

crazy thoughts about applesauce.

It's been the music. It's always about the music for me. The chanteuse is singing, just to me. I believe that she's singing just for me. It's these flights of fancy that start my beasts of burden a runnin'. I can't get over her, whoever she is. I'm starting to feel that she don't exist. Every time I meet her, she's a bit different, and it feels a little strange. Not at first you see, the googly eyes have got me. The odds come to an end whenever the doubts start creeping in. Is it her, is it me. Will someone please explain it to me.
I know. I've heard it all before. Just wait. Be patient. Stop looking. I wish I could.
she stands before me...