-.Laughter. -.Light. -.Love.
Always one for gloriumptiousness over gore, I've decided to aim for the stars. I always said if I was a dinosaur I'd be a tri-Sarah-tops (sorry!) and with such a long neck it'd be a pinch. And even if I did miss and fall, I'd never suffer because at least then I knew I'd tried to begin with. So, now that I've totally oversold my abilities - are you ready for the penultimate in reframes?
I keep hearing about The Apocalypse. - the end is nigh. But as a fan of LOVE I refuse to follow the masses. Go ahead and tell me about it all. The murder. The sadness. The grief. The cancer. War.
The true alchemist knows a little magic - something we call LOVE - can transform the greatest of adversity and transcend suffering. Faith in ourselves and each other is our greatest redeeming quality. But fear can take it all away. Laughter. Light. Love.
In the new age, The Apocalypse becomes The Apocaellipse. Comets in elliptical orbit travel in an oval shape. Sometimes they are further away from their sun, making times seem very dark indeed. But it's only a matter of time before they return, to show up in our night sky to delight us with a magical fire show of deflecting stars, grounding us on this divine planet we call Earth.
There will only ever be an Apocaellipse.
And even if the critics come back and tell me my reframe was the dregs of society it's all just a technicality. I can't spell either word with ease. I don't have any fear. Roald Dahl was a terrible speller and people still loved him in spite of it. There's only one word I need to remember to spell - 4 letters with incandescent energy.
L . O . V . E .
It'd be nice to have company. I might be a cat lady but human beings are just as special. GIAG. Shoot for the stars and join me.
Nope. None of this yet. But it's on it's way. Look up and you'll see.