THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Grabbing the Next Doorknob with Faith in a Bucket...

I appreciate you, life. You always amaze me with the basic thoughts of that which dies causes something to bloom; that which dims causes its opposite to emit; and, that which closes causes others to open. A frightful job can lead to an amazing position elsewhere; a piss-poor experience can build lessons-learned and awareness; and, a sickening relationship with a horrific person can establish, equip, and ready one for the breathtaking person that will walk in next and demonstrate love in its most unflawed design!

I appreciate you, life, and I appreciate the finite moments that I am blessed with air and blood and vigor to scratch away at another day more.
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