A corner was turned today and now we are on the back side of the previous page. On the count of one, two three read these words to yourself as if you were I and I were a figment of your daily journals. Now what do we do? (You first.)
Let your eyes tip toe through the sugar plumed fare weigh and sweeten the view of this passing moment (always fleeting by, never losing sway) as you relax in the comfort of your own destiny, neck and neck with eternity while trying to get a head in among all the other tying leads to the success of your definition of potential. Gathered tight in individual substantiation, one of them is right next to each other over there by itself with the rest, joined in loneliness as a group condition, waiting for the bell to start being quiet so that you can hear yourself think, I think.