This collar is blue...this flag is red.

I wake up on Saturday.

It is a day off.

I'm so sore. And it has never felt so good. I can hear outside waking up. And I hear my phone chime. I know before I look that it is her.

I shower and dress.

And sit here to write.

And then I'm going to sit outside and wait for her. Under a sky that doesn't hate me. Talking to a God that I missed. Waiting for a real change to come, working towards a real change. We will do mundane, and it will be what I want today. This is my peace before a storm, I just don't know what that storm looks like.

There is a new road to walk this morning.

The old road is behind me, and the lessons I take from it are important. I've hurt to many with my self loathing, and my flippant use of their hearts. But now this road agent has to walk down a different path to a different place. One that for good or ill, I feel God calling me to. It has been a very long time since I heard that voice and had the opportunity to move with it.

I have lost everything.

So I may gain the world.

"The people's flag is deepish red, it falls upon the martyred dead."

-Billy Bragg

Give me blue collars and real wars to fight.

Amen.

File under Virtue.