365 Degrees

I'm awake and well aware of these days. Trace me back a year ago, to this certain curtain stanchion of sun to earth. Think of all that I have exhausted and all that nourishes me now. Think of all whom I've broken orbit with, and those who now consume me. Think of all my new t-shirts. Think of my iPod. Think of all who never flinched when you had me at my knees. Think of all who flashed into non-action when I retaliated. Think of my mind accelerating with speed that your ass will never know. Think of me flipping thoughts and cooking them like pancakes on a griddle, and serving every single one righteously buttered and mapled for all to feast upon. Think about me not broadcasting dork-esque pictures of myself and my non-existent kids, for all the blogosphere to pretend to pander to. Think of me shoveling snow at 10:30 PM as I am ready to sleep, because I hear my friend out there in the cold. Think of me waxing poetic about string, because my work mates depend on me. Think of me not ripping paper, as if that was a threat. Think of me giggling at all things you won't be. Think of me praying you'll rise above. Think of your age in this universe. Think of your growth. Think of your potential. Do you realize that light is the only absolute?