But other times it tickles my cerebellum like a feather duster swatting my neck's tiny hairs.
One such day, when numbers were making me smile, I made this:.
Which was a reminder to me about the 6 things I needed to do the next day.
After getting five of them done, I thought it was easy sailing.
Sometimes the wind does not blow.
It ceases motion to leave you with yourself.
to ponder the roads yet traveled.
When numbers cursed me for a spell, I countered with this:
The eye blinks, and the dragon flaps away.
Bound toward a shared destination
of optimism and treasure.
I'm a kook, it's true. But sometimes kooks are useful. I'm bound to prove it someday,
or die trying.