broken record

[canopy leaf roof front yard proves]


and so i am gifted constantly. everywhere all the time. sometimes i see the gifts. sometimes. sometimes i just pedal and i see them but i can't feel them. sometimes i pedal and i can't see my head bent. sometimes i feel dead. not dead but the vitality the lackluster it feels like i am drowning. i don't know what it feels. in the past i have recognized the hand of change but here i am and my life is vastly different. the faces of the city perhaps they are fading. and here what reigns is truth. the truth is staring at me in the face it is a matter of bucking up and tying my shoes and what this entails, i don't know. so sometimes i can feel what i am alive for and sometimes it is dim. i asked the man i love about love today and i believe what he says. now if i could just tell him i love him. because i do. the summer is here but i am still groping gripping the changes are everywhere it is even apparent in this post my writing i can see it i want to edit, but this is the truth. i have changed. and here it is.