the push-pull intricately woven spider web of taffy

we create each day

winds itself though my heart, into my thoughts, and beyond my soul

PUSH PULL

together, apart, somewhere in the middle

PUSH PULL

independent, dependant, striving for the balance

of interdependance

PUSH PULL

caught somewhere between being absolutely ready for everything

and the uncertainty that “ready” really exists

PUSH PULL

the chosen reality lies deep in the heart of this taffy machine

chugging away

day after day, simply because it love the sweetness