SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

I look to my left.  There is a couple calmly arguing about their son.  She is accusing him of not being a good dad.  He can’t understand why she says this because he was there when the boy woke up that morn.  After walking about 5 feet I wish that I had said something.  Something like, like…..I don’t know.  They probably would have slapped me for saying something. 

Now I look to my left.  What I see and what folk are doing doesn’t matter.  I’m not alone.  I don’t see anybody that I’m attracted to.  I don’t see anybody that I want to talk to.  I sit, I pretend like I can’t tell folk want to talk to me.  I hope that no one talks to me.  Dang, this lady just said something to me. 

Because we are not alone I wish that I were a butterfly.  Why?  A butterfly gets away with so much.  A butterfly is the culprit but never expected as or to be the culprit.  A butterfly is given sanctuary then never bothered.  If someone trys to catch a butterfly its to put the butterfly in a safe place so that it can live and survive.  The butterfly gets away with murder.

I’m thinking all this while this lady is speaking to me.  When she’s done I smile and nod my head yes as if I had been listening or interested in what she was saying. 

Thank God we are not alone.  If I where alone I wouldn’t have a place or time to be ugly. Or a time to let the butterfly wander in my mind.

I don’t know what that lady was talking about and I don’t care. All I remember is that butterfly flying around in my head. 

What do you do when you realize that you are alone?  Panic?  Stop breathing?  Anxiety about your breath?  I invite you to stop such foolishness, instead let the butterfly dance in your head.   

SOT; A little folly outweighs wisdom. 

NONSENSE

MY WHAT BROWN EYES YOU HAVE



USE YOUR IMAGINATION UNTIL YOU HEAR FROM ME AGAIN......

HOW YOU DOING?

HOW YOU DOING?

Do you feel good?  Do you feel healthy?  Do you like yourself?  I feel good.  I have a positively charged energy constantly charging and recharging me.  This positive energy keeps me feeling incredible.  No matter what my thoughts are or what I express I feel good.  I’m happy to be it and happy to do it.  I walked around the flea market yesterday sad and heavy hearted.  I was happy to be sad and heavy hearted.  I imagine folk wanted to talk me out of being sad.  I bet folk wanted to tell me to cheer up or tell me things weren’t so bad.  No one got to said a thing.  I wouldn’t allow it.  I was happy to be sad.  I felt good about being sad.  I was okay being sad.  It felt good to be sad.  I feel good no matter what. 

For a while I felt unhealthy.  I was hurting.  My body hurt.  It was like misery was trying to set into my flesh.  An illness had hit me and tried to become my life.  I was hurting, bad.  After following the advice of a doctor, after being educated on the illness and after using the medicine, I, am well.  I feel healthy.  I don’t hurt anymore.  My body is expressing excellent health when it speaks to me. My body used to have groans now it has songs.  I don’t hurt anymore nor do I expect to hurt again.  I have never felt so amazing or known myself to be so healthy.  I feel healthy. 

I consider myself a 2 not a 10. IIWII. I like me.  I like what I see when I look in the mirror.  I feel sexy when I look at my body.  I see that my beauty is exotic looking at my face.  I’m becoming to me.  I feel gorgeous looking at myself.  I’m okay with seeing myself like this.  I also like my character and attitude.  Sometimes I’m not nice.  Sometimes I put my hand on my hip. Sometimes I’m mean and surely.  Sometimes I put folk in check.  I’m not always polite.  I don’t always put others before me.  I don’t always act christianly.  I’ve been called wicked.  I wouldn’t change a thing.  I like every bit of it about me.  I don’t feel guilty about who I’ve been or what I’ve done nor do I regret any of being me.  I like me.  I like who I am.  I like what I look like.  I’m too sexy. 

Again, HOW YOU DOING? Do you feel good?  Do you feel healthy?  Do you like yourself?

I heard a man say to the crowd “Do you”.  Can you afford to do you?  Do you have to defend yourself when you do you?  I do me without anxiety and me has no complaints.  Me, I’m doing well.  HOW YOU DOING? 

SOT; Aint nothing wrong with enjoying the FOYL.

SITE VERNACULAR

Greetings followers.  I've been aware of your excitement for this.  We are going to do something new this time.  We will start out with the vernacular to make it more enjoyable. 

Remain paitient and I'll continue to be the best entertainment this side of the sun. 

This site is called 'A Piece of a Dream'.

SITE VERNACULAR

1.    APOAD:  a piece of a dream

2.    TWISE: the way I see everything

3.     KUWTJ: keeping up with the Jones’

4.     ATEOTD:  at the end of the day

5.     POTD:  pieces of the dream

6.     FOYL: fruit(s) of  ya labor

7.     SOT:  sum of things

8.     IIWII:  it is what it is

9.        WTTW:  word to the wise

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