did you forget?

it is never ok to forget. but it happens. I talked to a guy once that forgot about the time he spent nursing the sores in his mouth after a weekend of enjoying the burn. once we heal we are often times so eager to get back to the wound. I’m careful about that now. no new consequence. saying no to that, isn’t exactly saying yes to something else I’ve found. this is a time for the next right thing. its about saying yes to a higher self.. humbled by the truth that comes with grace.

can you see it, with your mouth so full of slander? can you see it running through those mirrors?

connection and the human condition. it’s not easy buttoning up this way. running so hard to get to a place, a place I want to go. seeing the opportunity as abundance. seeing the growth of me as love. almost the only love I’ve ever known. and I wanted to say I knew what it was, but I was prone to make the walls transparent, begging to be seen. can you see me with your bag of judgment? did you see me when the change in time became the time I changed. I told you I never would.

perhaps it is a time of recording, and when they ask if you are good, you reply, once, or, I think I was, forgetting to record a better tomorrow, forgetting to press play on your smile reel. it is never good to forget a name or a number, or the time you held each other, finally in step. but it happens and once it does you might find yourself built up from the ash, a little bit faster loosening that button, in the place you wanted to go, having forgotten the delay, fully in love with the radiant son you’ve become.

art credit: Nusch Éluard and Sonia Mossé — — -Man Ray, 1937