love is a verb. it’s what we do. gratitude is the adjective that got us here. my mind is a whirlwind of things and stuff. sometimes focused. sometimes not. the day is warm, but not too hot. my body says create. my ears say wait. listen to the music in the background and keep on typing until you cain’t any longer. so i am. so it goes. the sentence became from the words. the language, whichever one we’re using in the moment, a vehicle for the peculiar to explain the unexplainable.