Everything is okay. We are alive and well. no rest for the weary, no death for the diamonds. Pre-made in man's image, the earth seeds itself through our selves. Imagine that we are all your guests. All made in your image, all managed and accounted for. Everyone has already taken their places on the couches. The food is ready, smells good. Laid out, resting on their elbows. There is stained glass all around you, some light streaming stings all strings so restful. All space, all clear, all clouds.
This is your reality, it is really fo sho what you wake up to. I have been there. I have tasted what it means to be alive and well. Imagine that you are awake. Envision your wakefulness. Touch it with your tasty lips. Kiss it with your chapped fingers. Presss your nails against the glass and shriek yourself awake like screech.
Optimism: I will be called this, I am not. I am a realist. I believe in the world that you live in. I believe in the words that we say. I believe in truth and reality and realness, I stay mad real.
