Free Writing #1

What's in the way to gain the fame of the name game.
The snow fly trouble bubble doubled into one.
I try and surface what is under the cover of lightness and fondness and likeness but it takes a moment of stepping back, letting the light hit my face before I realize what it is that I'm really looking at.
My realization of numbers and troubles and stubborn fumbles bumps me back awake.
I've seen it.
I lived it.
I saw it from another point of view.
I realize now what I've been missing.
It's our time to show each other what we're made of.
To take this opportunity, a second chance, to bring to light what's wrong in this place.
What's missing in this space.
What's needing to be replaced.
Concentrate my frustration towards something special, towards something beneficial, towards something and enlightening.
Bring it to the masses to spread and multiply and create and procreate over and over until what was once spread can now be held together as one.
Bring it close to your heart and see what it does.
See the warm and feel the sight of it.
Keep the view within but share it with your friend.
Free write until your fingers bleed and pick up where you left off the day before.