Wooo

The moon is following me. Not a bad stalker I suppose. At least she keeps her distance. At least her presence is pleasant. She glows. She comes & goes through the clouds, the sprinting trees, the morning mist. I’ll miss her in a few minutes, when the Saturday sun rises. Looking out through the view I’ve grown used to, the pale blue hue through a tinted car window, I smile when I see my reflection passing by a dark block of buildings or sliding under an overpass. I still laugh at all the success & the continuous misadventure. I can’t believe we haven’t stopped. The sad moon has been tailing us all along. I think it’s time I pull over & recognize her & thank her for keeping the roadways safe for me throughout my entire life as well as for those before me. A ladybug has just landed on my phone. Aren’t they considered lucky if they land on you? How about at 5:07 in the morning? Does that up my luck? There she goes just walking around the edges of things, enjoying the brink ...

I wrote like this ten page run-on sentence that I had planned to post as my first journal entry back on the scene. It was "awesome". But after re-reading it a day later, I pondered the idea of not posting it, mainly since it was poorly constructed, & would have been a tremendous waste of your time. Other words for tremendous that could be considered are marvelous, remarkable, wondrous, sensational, & out of this world. Even though out of this world is a group of words, it still fits & means the same thing. Anyway, I have now finally agreed with myself to leave the past post behind & save it for one of those lost letters kind of books that’ll be published when I’m 90 or dead, whichever comes first. Please do not think that’s morbid or selfdeprecating in any way. That’s called strategy. I’m so good like that. I’m looking out for my grandkids already. They’ll need cash in the estate by then since they’ll be so wild & famous only because they’re celebrities. I...