I have only been awake long enough to have one realization. Sleeping on the words from last night I awoke to surprise. I didn’t know I was still looking for a thing. My thing. That thing. That will scratch the itch. Liza, all the clouds’ll roll away. Make me stop seeking. Because I’m sure it’s the best thing that should get my heart.
Yeah, action gets my heart. Living, gets my heart. A spoonful for everyone I experience. And what I want is to stay full enough and rich enough that the spoonful I give actually succors. And those who are part of my life long enough to take mouthfuls -or whole meals- can be consistently satisfied and often surprised, by new flavors, new depths.
That’s why I’m looking for a thing. Fuel.