Happy Holidays

[Rubbs]

The winter wind is in command of all things slow moving,
Like forgiveness.
I went to my heart to cash in a deposit,
But the bank was closed.
Once again—we are mellow.
Mellow like the shopping cart that does not have a Christmas tree inside it.
Once again—we are for gazing through ourselves in search of
That one glorious moment of complete awareness.
It is our humanity that tricks into moving forward.
Be it for a digit or a diamond—we search.
We are the Bedouins of purpose,
Who never pick up our feet and only look when we feel inspired.
It is the winter wind that is in control.
I am slow moving.

Happy Holidays.

-Rubbs

[Rubbs]

Loving you is like a big, burlap condom.

-rubbs/out.