When they say you can’t go outside but you know who pays the muhfuckin bills on your land

#BitchPlease

Time ebbs and flows in an odd way. For at moments it is tediously crawling ever slowly and painstakingly from one ragged breath to the next. Every fiber of my bring on fire and screaming in anguish at its delay. Then others it skips so quickly as though it were a rock over a smooth pond not even touching all the space it covers barely ripping water in its hurry to get to the end of its journey. Best of all is when it seems to quietly fade from existence at all leaving a tranquil peace in its wake. A moment of knowing peace that while it may soon pass, shall be remembered in every way as neither rushed nor painstaking. For time has given the gift of contemplation in that moment to take measure of all the finer details of life to be recalled for an eternity. I find that I most have these moments with you and for that I am most grateful.

Before I was born I was moondust, sand of the deepest sea and iron of the meteor that killed the dinosaurs. All the elements of me came from the Earth, put together so delicately and cleverly as to create something unique and wonderful. I am wild, kind and flawed by design. As I look upon my fellow particles of moondust and grains of sand, I cannot help feeling that we are all walking each other home. From the dust of the moon to the ashes of our fires we are all made of the earth to which we shall return.