Blather,
Even when I try not to.
“I digress” being likely in my top ten.
Weak.
Fragile.
Yet zip-tied together,
Bound in braided rope.
Buddha Body hiding old stories,
Secrets.
One day soon,
Must improve,
As monk.
Engines roaring to life.
Because this?
Just isn’t sustainable.
My words now have weight.
My Words Now Have Weight.
