It should start from somewhere, probably from the heart when you’re a Basher, because otherwise, talk is very cheap.
She graces my presence with fascination, from Chili Cook-Off action to my backyard. I hold my speechless eyes passionately without conscience, emotion solidly in place but distracted.
And then I ask, is that something that should be, because forcing an outcome from desire rarely reaps fruit? Not as though I’m troubled by the unpaved road, more so the thought of grandeur pervades rational optimism with pitfalls. Bernadette agrees.
There’s been others thought as Queen, but true actuality seems far away yet crucial to being.
Questing isn’t logical when you honestly have nothing on paper. But hope always has a place.