My heart beats to the beat of a drum.
Lately I have been worrying about how to run my days now that I have found extra freedoms. I am recovered from my illness. Thank God. The clock in the room I sleep in has a tick that almost chirps like a frog, or bird. It carries on after the beat. It's mechanism snaps back. It has reminded me that I called God father time the other day, and then recanted because noone's ever said this before and who am I to make the creator God all about time? He is a creator, and I'm glad because that one little detail clears up a lot. "Who is your God?" "The God." "HOW CAN YOU SAY YOUR GOD IS THE GOD!?" "Because he's always saying I made this .." Anyway, moving along, so the beats and chirps again were a kind of music. Incidentally, the star fish eating away at a seal (furry animal with mermaid body) on Planet Earth with David Atenburough yesterday were a kind of metaphor for heaven's strange appearance on earth. We always wonder why,...
