Optimism

when i was much younger, i spent summers at my grandma's house. every other week or so a man would come by, Mr. McKay. Mr. McKay worked for a food vendor, and whatever, however, why-ever, he would come by and bring goodies, all kinds of sandwiches and treats. when his truck would pull up in the driveway, me and my cousins were ready... Mr. McKay would always say he was just visiting and had nothing for us, but we KNEW better... we KNEW that he was gonna go back in that truck and pull of boxes of goodies. Not Ciara's Goodies though, that might've been better

i have that same feeling now. not that Ciara is gonna hook me up sometime soon, but that feeling like something great is happening... we have about 6 weeks until the new year and i'm chilling, somehow knowing that my help is on the way. don't ask me to explain it, let's just call it faith