Nobody really*

Nobody really, should be hanging on to hopes
dreams How long. I have really done this, in seeking
to send them in some ways still totally Long. A combination
of stupidity, Courage, and endurance at best, yet a Risk in
full out form to Never (ever) reach my Best. Yet have it known
this will be a Thing, because my heart has ached, and asked to
total Sing. Even in days where it was so dormant and could not
be heard by None around, and in my own being, like a ruckus
but nothing even as a Sound. A heart that Reaps, of blazes still, a
Heart that still can make me One Will. Not unlike anyone I've
been or longed to be, Like this feeling when I'm drenched in sunshine
Like all could Possibly Be,  Had this feeling today, none unlike the Rest
Like there was this one Small potential for me to still be my best.
To have things I want and live to what's worth seeing. To promote the
Kinds of things I'd love to see in most every human Being. Feelings
like this, they don't come from anywhere, they can be rare and
shoot through you but do not frown from this glare. Instead reach your
Palms up, and decide too to touch. The kinds of feelings in life that feel
Like life.. It really is this Much. The things that take us away, from rapid
acknowledgment, yet we can choose to shape our lives in ways for
which these things are Meant.. Like they are on the tips right of our Beings
Dared to be touched at all, and in Life if we are clever, we learn to touch
them mainly because we think it is our call.   we're all the same in Nature

*wrote this last night.