Lights changing

I lean into the air. For a moment I feel as though lights change my cells. That I am capable of leaving and coming back on whim.

Yet even as the wind absorbs my thoughts and presses through my skin I cannot change as imagined. 

The stance of hope that one day my whole spirit is rougher.  Sending chills to the very knowledge of myself. 

All in hopes that watching transformations surround me truly succeed. Not a facade of traits reoccurring with same but different images.

Oh how the mind is odd. Cold and heated at the same time. Memories and ice find me. The night of metals and stones. The raging fight between reds and blues. 

So simple and yet so complex the mind holds over the evening sky.

Yet here I am just dumped into the daylight. Plucked from dreaming into the harsh reality of the day. 

Standing and focusing upon the motions of the day. I lean my head outside to see if light is really there. Noticing I am not deceived by trickery.

I let the metal rings find a pattern upon the table. My hand's soar across the black felt. Soon the rings are dangling and making something wonderful.

A good way to get into the day. So far behind today. A bit of procrastination too but now I fly. 

Learning how some things never change. They just find a groove, a new notch and continue on in circle. 

Yet that is life. Just the sincerest hopes that nothing breaks. Nothing falters and cracks. One can hope those to follow into a goodness.

Indeed. New messes and charming ways. Words that say volumes but never are heard. Lives do matter if love really is there.  If capabilities are thriving and real with no tension and hidden.

Indeed soaring is possible. Yet one hope for today. The truth be told, is that possible?