- For a phone call I have waited months to receive.
- For the heart of one Pilot, which has unfurled itself to me once more.
- For separateness, which makes me feel whole and entire.
- For payday ~ and the prospect of a full belly.
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.