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Responding to... a day that has been visioned in my distant yet... seen as an immediate future... with in a distant one as well... the forecast of things to come... of a tomorrow dreamed... while yet within reach does also at moments seem... I am planning a forward move... one to which i believe will be the beginning of a new day... people be damned... haters be damned... mean girls be damned... doubters be damned... feares... unworthy thoughts... those who dare to belittle... condisend shame... misunderstand... weak and meek... doubtful and uncertain... loving and unloved... mean and spiteful... all you be damned... and yet... winner winner chicken dinner... lo and behold... the winner will never be heard and always seen... and I fear... always underestimated in an estimated world... and yet... do you not realize that you are seen... do you not believe that your words are not heard... actions not acknowledged... and yet... do you ever wonder... are you being seen for more or less of who you are... what you are... stand for... believe in... commit to... here there or everywhere... do everything you ever wish to do. .. you ever wished you'd... do it large... proud....honest... without regret... because my friend... and I refer to you in the lightest of word... I see you... eyes wide open... you have been seen...

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