Contemplations.

So full.
Of bananas and milk.

And also...
Love.
Joy.
Peace.

I don't know what to do, or how we're going to do it.
BUT.
We're blessed.
Annointed.
So here we go.


Give me all of your negative.
Pour it over me.
Drench me in your opinions and your can'ts and fear.
Let me have all of it.
Every breath upon which "shouldn't" rides.
Give it.
All.

And when you're done.
When you're empty

I'll still be

full.