Today, while writing what I am grateful for I wrote: truce. 😳 And that surprised me. According to M-W, a truce is: the suspension of fighting, especially of considerable duration, by agreement of opposing forces; a respite, especially from a disagreeable or painful state or action.

tug of wars are futile

but end when one of us lets go. Easy and quick, yet we unnecessarily cling to opinions, words, angst, and more than anything: to lies. I’d gladly subvert and rebel from all of those. How, you ask? Dunno.

if you do, tell me
dime (dee-meh)
I ❣️the word in Spanish. It seems so intimate.
(like Maluma’s dime in Medellín 🎼)

this is completely disjointed and incoherent, but it is what it is and totally exemplifies the reality of …
reality period