Write at least 1 metaphor or simile a week.

trying to move ahead.

is just one part of a greater chorus.

but may I share it with you?

is something I would never kick myself for.

I can love you back, just like newtons third law of motion.

But I know how to count on a good friend. We all want someone we can count on, don’t we?

When spoken they encapsulate part of what I was thinking, but they never come close to the raw ingredients.

I think I’d like to make mental oatmeal cookies. No too sweet, not soft enough to crumble, but not so hard either, something moist and flexible.

I have a shopping list of hopes and dreams, when I go to the store sometimes I get what I want, other times nothing I want is in stock, but I always get what I deserve.

Reason is the razor with which I cut through clouds of ignorance and illusion.