head back down the milky way

well heaven is indeed over-rated, not that I have been there. however..
My last prophecy proclaimed that the year would be different, spring summer and FALL. Speaking of, Yes I indeed did fall, only to rise up(?)


on my drive to work I go by this road where the ladies of the night (or day) conduct business with whatever they can sell. rain or shine. their external charm for all to see. I do not delve into what their eyes say or what their stories are.. coz i know they have a story, one thats real and one that i cannot do anything about. I wonder if its too personal to probe, even if its in my mind. and the mind that wants to think is not in the same boat, relative empathy no longer rules the world. I do not even know where to begin if I ever wanted to get their stories. The longer I live and more aware I become, i realize its not as simple. Yes there are those who can, those that take photographs; those that make documentaries; those that write books, songs, poems; i want to drive by and just see them. I want to see them like I would see you. Like I would see a fruit seller in a farmer's market. Like I would see the Rockies. Like I would see Hilary Clinton or Liz Taylor. Like I would see me. Life as it happens. The women and men of 95th street

So, no proclamations can come true other than the ones I make now, for THIS instant.

NOW.

and I see myself NOW.

NOW NOW NOW.

A week ago, I stopped the past from infringing on my present. And I stopped the future from pulling away my present. I am therefore I am. sum ergo sum.