29 december

Make space, make peace -- there's room enough for every possibility. the expansive canvas of fiction that is reality lets us design our own colors and numbers and there are never any lines by designs we haven't in mind ourselves. Our healths and our fortunes, our paths and our circumstances -- the navigations past frustrations and through degrees: these are the trees we climb and verses that rhyme, or the thrillers that flop at the nevemind box office and the romances never really screened. So it seems: we tell our dreams of ourselves as we toast our healths and happiness and clap our hands on it -- as if to shake the stories into real by a firm grip and a nod. This is the now that will be next. I write it, I say it, it is.