The Way. ©
~Rachele Riley
7am Calling Me.
AI Characters on the line, greeting me. Hello. Hello. Hello. They say so robotically.
Damn, they STAY in my Feed. Line of Sight.
But, oh no no no, buddy, I'm NOT look-i-n-g.
Your flesh is starving. Demons on Turkey - Gobble Gobble Gobble my Energy 🤔
Protection of my PEACE is the NEW FREE. Bye Bye 2023.
Saying Who? to 2022.
It's Tuesday Morn-i-n-g.
I just did an intake of the FRESHEST KING CAKE with my AM coffee.
Ya'll normalized captivity, YOU do NOT know how to receive ME, how to RECEIVE the spirit of FREE.
Free is not just a feeling, it's THE WAY.
It's working a 7-3 or 9-5 and still OWNING your MIND. Greeting your thoughts with compassion and understanding. More of him.
It's positioning your entire arm in the shape of an airplane or a bridge for them to cross when you owe them nothing and NEED not a thing. It's simply love. The hippie kind, looks foolish, but actually sheepish and wise.
Though, They say I have no boundaries. I draw them in outlines. You can't see them, and they aren't meant for you to.
I'm escaping into the spirit transcending above your elementary school era fight-i-n-g over race, color, prayer life, did Jesus really die? Which Senate jersey did you put on today? Soar-i-n-g. The Way. The Truth and The Life. Disruption of my JOY for a mili-second in homage to your leviathan. Nope. NOT today. I write. She writes. He writes. They write. The WAY. It's a season, a season to Reign. It's Mardi Gras TODAY. #BetterthanEzra but #Queen. New Orleans.