funky.

never thought of it to happen.

the thought doesn't matter much anyway.

never long a moment forever. the next will be better today.

potential abound in the if. makes you wonder whether.

never mind the time is clear.

so many close to me here. and there. my corners are ever stirring amuse.

"hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise." tom robbins