I am tangled up with you.
Always, forever, now.
Always forward.
I love literature. I believe comic books are welcome in that category.
There was a series on Netflix, based off of the character, Luke Cage.
Luke Cage is a comic book character, with many comics printed before the show ever aired.
I remember the first time I heard the phrase “always forward” uttered on the show.
Always forward.
This song is a reflection of that.
There is always a crack in the ceiling,
A hole in the sky.
Your life is a mystery.
And it should bring you higher and higher.
It should get you high.
I have had the same pair of leather pants since I was 18 years old.
I’m 35 now. Oh yeah, they still fit.
However, I certainly haven’t been exercising enough to wear them well enough since COVID hit. I’d probably look like that dad trying to wear his 20-30 year old tuxedo.
But you know what?
I can take it.
I can’t wait to get back into leather pants shape.
Leather pants rock.
Also, I think this song rocks.
I love rock and roll.
I rise. Darkness falls.
It fades away.
Where am I?
I breathe deeply.
I turn inward.
I am still, moving in several directions.
I seek companionship.
I lift my head toward celestial movements.
The system is beautiful and overwhelming.
I seek comfort.
I return to the earth.
The great blue wonder.
Flowers in her hands.
Oh love that will not let me go.
Always on the edge,
Of the greatest,
And the least.
It descends from dreams.
Waking questions present themselves.
“Hello. How are you? Is this a good time?”
We are living dreams, we are living in dreams, and we are dreaming existence.
Every morning begs the question.
Who are you, today?
Further questions beg answers.
Is this consistent with who you have been, who you want to be?
How are you?
Is this a good time?
I’ve been meaning to ask you.
What new role would you like?