His and Her morning meditations. His is pink.
The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to an empty person ‘Your temporal lobes are starved for love. No amount of meaningless sex, fast food, cheese, heroin, chocolate, shopping, attention, bombing, plotting, cheating, scheming, branding, saline, saving, selfies can ever fill the holes in your head, heart, soul. Only Love can do that and it has to come from the inside out.’ Anyway, I found a clean towel. I just wanted to shower and not be late.”-notes from a journaled dream.
Happy Friday. xo