I wrote this poem in December of 2023.
I listen to the universe without a hint of defiance
I listen carefully and with intention
to understand my next blessing
and the message is, continue to be vulnerable
with the world
you’re leaving a blueprint for the next one
keep leaning into your craziest and most authentic self
there’s someone somewhere who’s paying attention
and may be falling in love with you one poem at a time
but too scared to make a confession
Life on the BPD 
Just fantastic! I’m inspired to go to a donut shop and force myself to talk to a stranger.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Do it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
On my way and if I pull it off, I promise to write about the miracle.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Please do! I’m here for it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I didn’t exactly talk to a stranger, just a quick chat with a cashier at the booze store and oh yeh, on the way home, I smiled at a girl who was on the phone and she smiled back and said “bonne jour.” That’s the way most people greet each other her in Montreal. Anyway, a smile and good day is not exactly a conversation, but I got some momentum now.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s amazing! I love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your poem inspired me to get off my ass and walk around, see people and smile. Now I gotta evolve it tomorrow or whenever and start up that conversation. Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person