Choosing Circles

Go Where You’ll Be…, Photo by BradensEye featuring Southern Sun

Consciously plopping procures top feelings. Where we nuzzle our hineys amounts to the tundra of tenderness we may secure. I find this interception of thought repetitively occurring that we’re all settling amongst a probability that each of our existences is an individual seeding waiting to bloom unreservedly. Instead of bending to his will, her desperation, and their velocity of audible gaudiness, we should stick our landings. Every day we could deny the…