my bliss is the small realization that all is fine now
that i can go on
that the past hurt but is over
my story continues
not my book my story
it is about a tiny toad
the toad trips but gets up, looks around, and just has amoment
a moment happens all the time
even while we sleep
our dreams they take us into the next day...and the next day...and the next day...
i could name all the days of the week here
all the months of the year
all the rooms in my house
i did not used to spean any tyime at my own house
just out there, out like a lion
the lion getsd along fine with the toad
the toad is just a small thing
he is cute yet ugly at the same time
it is ok to be ugly
this is my favorite thing
not the toad
not the book
not the story
not even the past or the moment, of the opast
my favorite thing,
is me