Angelic Being, let’s Seize the Day
It’s Monday of a brand-new week! I’m out of bed, cleaned up and working in your favor. Instead of traveling the globe to unseen places this week, let’s portray our grasp on what goes on in the safety of our intellect. Let’s mask the globe-like balls of sports we play with, with thin layers of paper mache. We could use balloons to form such masses but as you know, I love incorporating a bit of sports into everything I do.
I am “sporting” my yellow hoodie right now. I’d like to see two hearts, or angels actually reaching for each other. I will focus on my half of the equation, you start with yours.
In my youth, I definitely had one of those smaller basketballs with the backboard and net to hang on my bedroom door. I will use that in part, to form the body of my “Johnny Bravo” physique looking counterpiece. Arms, legs, wavy hair, all noted and on the checklist to be tackled soon! A tennis ball-sized head.. Hmmm..
The fuzzy hairs there match somewhat to what I see in my head. I’m striving to make ya see my efforts are unlike anybody you’ve ever witnessed in person try to impress. Michelangelo, Einstein, Washington, “I ain’t mad atcha…’
I’m feeling warmer looking up to the greats. I hate the distaste and lack of respect fathers get these days. Blow on a candle, make it flicker and get off Twitter. We can follow each other down rabbit holes and stabilize each other the whole time. The amount of time we’ve already waited for each other slowly slips from hourglass chamber to another. Turning that over is simple. We won’t wrinkle for years to come.
I suggest we comfort each other for days at a time, snake it through the night alone until we give each other the okay to follow each other home then macrame warmer, cozy blankets that feel great sliding on our legs. We could trade bottoms for a day and promise to return the affectionate barbs and waves of hurried words that leave us trembling.
Read it. Straight up honey, I want to ask ya for that finger wearing my sparkling merchandise to stand up to your friends who laugh and smirk thinking they have better men. Assure me I’m everything you could ever ask for when you get to it! I’m banking on sinking your battleship. I’m planning an all-out land assault on your whiny hiney, ok Queen of my dreams!?
