ok.. in the midsts of my anger.. i didn't want to hear a damn thing about sunny morningz. cuz morning would come and uhh.. that shit wasn't sunny.. even when the sun was shining.. i couldn't feel it. But this week in this week of rain. I like to think that the earth is crying for me. Because I cried last Wednesday. All wednesday. That was enough for me.. This week the earth cries and I feel better and morning is something I look forward to. This morning I got up at 7:07... Feeling Life. Feeling Wonderful. Actually happy to be alive. Said outloud. "It's great to be alive". My silly ass was in the mirror right before I jumped in the shower making faces, laughing and smiling. Recalling my lanky youth.. and admiring my long limbs... proud that my 100 AM & PM crunches and ab exercises are showing visible progress. It was great. My face was soft (thanks to the shea butter i put on b4 bed) my skin was soft, my eyes were bright and shining.. I was loving it!
And it makes me think once again. IT's not time that heals a broken heart. It's a change of perspective and love of self. Today, this morning I could listen to MaryMary sing that song and be in accordance with their joy.
I am so damn happy. It's not b/c I had a talk with a friend that let me know that xman is not being just shady and brandnew with me but with other people as well... It's not b/c on my drive home last night I realized.. what is and what is not god in a situation and I have ALWAYS been suspect of people who attribute their actions to that of a God directive. No, It's not b/c I did 2 pieces last night and got mad love or froze in the middle of the end of one.. no...it's not b/c this brother walked up to me and told me he heard i just broke up with my boyfriend and that, that was Good News.. no...
This morning... the sun was shining... inside... and i woke up knowing it, feeling .. it was going to be a beautiful day.. The raindrops were kissing my skin and the wind was lifting my skirt.. and darn.. It's a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL day to be alive. ;) j
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