Notes from the Neighborhood – Inspired by You and a Song

I was listening to some music last night. As a result, I came across an old song from the Pink Floyd. I started out with the more popular songs. But then I recalled a song called Set the Controls For the Heart of the Sun and there’s another one too – Point Me at the Sky.
This leads me to where my heart is this morning.
Now, although the songs are not as deep as my intention to reach you here, I do believe that as part of my cosmic playlist, which I’ll need when I tour the galaxy, the depths of my intention to reach you are equally as important as the need to play the right music when taking a trip to see the universe.

But for now –

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Notes from the Neighborhood – With All My Heart

Aside from the common things we see around us and the not so common features of our everyday life, and aside from the twists and turns and life’s ability to change without any warning or aside from the way fate can change the direction of our paths, I have decided that at this point, I want to see the sunrise in different places. I want to see the world from a different perspective as well.
I want to smell the air from different avenues and catch the scent of the ocean from a different shoreline.
To be clear, I hold this imperative as sacred as I hold my own heart and as dearly as I hold my love and my life.

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Notes from the Neighborhood – More than Anything

I have an “ask” so-to-speak –
But before I get to my question, I need to be clear about something first.
More than the need for your touch or your company, I have the need for you and for us to come to an understanding which is that yes, there will be times where it seems nothing is going right. There will be moments of dissatisfaction. There will be arguments. There will be fights. There will be problems and obstacles. There will be all of this and all of this will occur in our daily life.
But more than anything or more than any of this and more than the power of all these things put together; please know that my love is and will always be stronger than any of these things.

My love is stronger than anything.

I saw something like this on my social media feed.

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Notes from the Neighborhood – A Dream to Come True

I have this idea about the rain.
And that’s us . . . sitting in the car in an empty parking lot and, of course, the moment is otherwise intense. So much goes on in our lives. So much happens at once and if we’re not careful, it’s easy to overlook the reasons why we’re here.
Come to think of it, why are we here? 

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Notes from the Neighborhood – Early, Sunday Morning

It is quiet now. Then again, the yellow haze of Sunday mornings have always come with a special hue to me, or color, as in the sunrise, the daybreak, or the horizon, which as it stands now, is perfect to me and beautiful. (Just like you)
The apartment is otherwise empty.

Once more, I explore deeper into the things that we’re not supposed to say. This has nothing to do with right or wrong or anything like that.
No, that’s not my point.

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Notes from the Neighborhood – Saturday Morning

The day is Saturday –
I started early. Then again, when don’t I start early?
But that’s neither here nor there.

And just so you know . . .
You can’t stop. Not now. Not after all we’ve seen and all we’ve been through.
Also, just so you know, there’s love out there for us.
I know there is.

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Notes from the Neighborhood – A Place for Peace

I want to find a place where I fit perfectly.
Better yet, I want to find a place where my imperfections and my jagged edges are complimented from all sides.

I want to be where the rain is fine and the autumns are like something from a Thomas Kinkade painting or Norman Rockwell, for that matter.
I want to find a place where everything makes sense – and as for the things that make no sense at all, no one minds these things.
No one talks about them as if they are so paramount and if anything, all the unwanted topics are abandoned and left aside or, simply put, they are unobjectionable and discarded like last year’s wind.

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