3.21.22 | 10:42 PM |Wings as Rings. Sings as Songs. Writes from Wrongs.
To the 1’s tuned in, to the 0’s turned on, to the weroes turning up,
For the times you cried, you tried; thank you.
For the times you thought you knew, you grew; thank you.
For the times your private life was a public domain; thank you.
For the times your truth was a story of an episode; thank you.
For the times you felt lost, you were found; thank you.
For the times you broke your heart, you pieced your art; thank you.
For the times you tuned out, you turned in; thank you.
For the times you were confused between a familiar past and a far away future, you placed the present as your present; thank you.
For the times your life was used as an experiment, your reality became an experience; thank you.
For the versions of yourself you broke down, you broke through; thank you.
For the times the surveillance was a survey lens, you saw through; thank you.
For the times you were a piece of peace, you became peace as a piece; thank you.
For the times you survived death, you revived life; thank you.
For the times you transformed hurt into healing, you heard you; thank you.
For the times you exposed your darkness, you welcomed your light; thank you.
For the times you hated the hate, you healed the heat; thank you.
For the times the war was within you, the love lives all around you; thank you.
For everyting you’ve rephrased to rephase; thank you.
For the times you were careless, you learned to care more; thank you.
For the women you used to be, RIP.
For the now, there’s no use of the be; it’s merely an experience of the me.