Final Thought First:
“People inspire you, or they drain you—pick them wisely.”
– Hans F. Hansen
even though I don't believe,
or give a shit,
about astrology
(my friend Sam does,
and she was spitting some funky stuff
about Saturn),
I do always scratch my head
at the accuracy of October zodiac.
alongside delicate illustrations of my soul,
or give a shit,
about astrology
(my friend Sam does,
and she was spitting some funky stuff
about Saturn),
I do always scratch my head
at the accuracy of October zodiac.
I am always sad but hopeful,
nostalgic yet looking for new love,
and somehow always in NYC
at the end of October;
as Johnny Carson would say,
it's weird, wild stuff.
my light wants to shine,
clear out some darkness.
there are very likely thoughts,
clear out some darkness.
there are very likely thoughts,
feelings or patterns that I realize
are coming through and blocking me from life.
I WILL get triggered,
but who won’t feed the demon,
instead pull me back
into divine confidence blossoming?
The choices we make choose us,
and thus me choosing to dislike astrology,
makes it funny when it works out,
like karma pretending to exist
when it is convenient, but
to Sam's credit, shit happens,
and what if we (humans) are mutated
– like worms who don't know light –
into something more, that
understands our/my place in the universe.
by simply not knocking
on online horoscopes,
I feel myself changing,
however incremental,
and the same goes
for the people I keep:
only the ones who challenge
and inspire.