And so we start with
There’s razors in my bedThat come out late at nightThey always disappearBefore the morning light
I’m dreaming againOf life undergroundIt doesn’t ever moveIt doesn’t make a sound
And just when I thinkThat things are in their placeThe heavens are secureThe whole thing explodes in my face
It’s just anotherIt’s just another day
Just Another Day– Oingo Boingo
Still in the midst of a transformation of body, mind and spirit. Still running with the moon but maybe with a better sense of where we are going to end up and by we I mean me, myself and I.
Got a vision in mind and am walking with purpose and focused intent towards it. Who I was is gone and who I am going to be is yet to be found.
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