days of our lives.

Hello,

Today, Jojo realizes he does not believe in days anymore. He has lost track. All days seem the same to Jojo, why do they call them with such different names? Jojo is confused.

If Jojo has lost the days, should he:

a. Go back and put himself back into the ol' days system (the day of Mon, or the day of Tues).
b. Make up new days, ones that make more Jojo sense.

You decide, freedom bloggers.

Goodbye.

Hmm...interesting.

Hello,

Jojo just wants to give away kisses today.

*kiss*, *kiss*, *kiss*.

I like you. You are special, world.

Goodbye.

Big news.

Today, Jojo realized that there is no such thing that is all good or all bad. Nope. Nah Ah. It is not simple. There is no only one way. There is more than one way, there are many, many ways...Jojo sees now. Jojo sees that reality is more like a cube than a square. Cubes. Many. Many. Many. Cubes. Many Many sides at all one time. That go in-between and touch.


Go with Jojo.

Jojo misses his friends...the sun and the stars.

When I used to be an angel...


I used to fly to the highest mountain tops and say hello to the bright rising sun, "Hello." And the sun would sheepishly grin and say, "Hello" back. It was not wrong. It was right.

Dear Beautiful Sun, Jojo misses you. Jojo misses your bright smiling face with your beautiful golden rays streaming behind you. Why don't you speak with me anymore, like you used to? Did I do something wrong? Have I been a bad gorilla? I can change.

Jojo does not want to fight anymore, Jojo just wants to love the dancing humming bees and the sky flowers with the cool cool river music. He is strong, not weak. Jojo loves the beauty and he kisses it with his eyelashes. Beautiful river, will you not come and sit next to Jojo? Will you not let me listen to your beautiful song? I will listen. I promise. And I will not make fun of you. Not even a little.

In the name of the good gorilla who lives far far away in Heaven. Amen.

The walk.

Hello.


Jojo is pretty happy. He likes to talk long walks in the park and feel the sun going down. Easy. Jojo likes the smells. The pretty sounds, and the people laughing. Hahaha. Good.

Jojo is a walking animal. That is what he does. Jojo is happy, to walk. Amen. Heavenly Gorilla.


Goodbye.

Jojo has won the battle.

Ever since Jojo was a little monkey, he sensed things. Things were not the way they should have been. But, they were, and jojo knew it. Jojo could know it.

Now jojo knows other things. Lots of other things. Good things that feel realll good inside. And now Jojo is happy, to sing and to breathe. So, Jojo breathes. He breathes deeply and with the good clean air, he takes it in, all the way down.


And that's Jojo.

Title.

Jojo is here. Just not all the way here. Amen.




Goodbye.

Some good things I remember.

Jojo remembers his first kiss.

Jojo was anxious. worried. and happy. Jojo closed his eyes, and Jojo put out his lips. It was so, so soft. Like fireworks. Jojo thought he entered the heavens. Amen.

He just held her hand and looked at her. How could someone be so beautiful on the inside? She was. Jojo was in the heavens.

I will tell you a secret....(whispering with eyes wide open)...Her pink lips had magical powers.

Decided.

Jojo has decided. He will not watch any more war movies, ever. He doesn't believe in them anymore.

Dreams.

If Jojo could be anything, he'd be a man...with butterfly wings.

His wings would be sooo special...Beautiful. He would stretch them out on a nice sunday afternoon, and then he would take a nap. Yup. A warm, warm nap.

I think he would wear beautiful designs with wonderful colors...more than one, especially around his eyes. Good.


I wish I were a butterfly.



Goodbye.

the bad times

Hello,

Last night was not good. (cough, cough). Jojo was not healthy. My body ached, bad. Ouch.
All night, I kept thinking of my momma gorilla, but she wasn't there. So, I just thought about things. I tried to not think, but the mind was too powerful, this round.

Jojo is very tired of doing the same ol' things. He has paid attention to his thoughts - they are all the same. Is there not anything else? I think, no. Not at all. Hmphhh....whatever.

I wish my favorite, Fern Gully, was here.


Goodbye.

Jojo...is not lost.

Hello.

Today, Jojo found out that he is not alone. He is not alone. Jojo is happy!

Jojo is not unique. There are lots of other monkeys that smell like Jojo, that play like Jojo, and that think just like Jojo. Hmmm...Good! Jojo is not alone.

Jojo likes being not alone. Scary. It is scarrryyyy to be alone. I am not alone. Hmmmphh...Good.



Goodbye.

Hard Hard times.

Jojo is confused. Who is in charge? Me. That's who.

Well, it all happened last night. (sigh and exhale) I couldn't get my mind to go to bed. I tried closing my eyes, but my mind didn't listen. "shhh...Jojo...go to bed. I need to wake up tomorrow...early, not late."

But, it didn't care. Hmphhh....whatever. So, I threatened my mind - with a spoon. I raised it up real high in my hand and said, "see, look how strong I am."

My mind obeyed. Hmphhh...it knows who's its boss. Me, and the spoon.

The spoon always wins.

I think I have learned a valuable, valuable lesson: Jojo needs sleep, and minds needs spoons. Amen.



Goodnight, Neverland!

Hmm...more thoughts.

Jojo has been doing pretty well lately. Hmphhh...whatever. Jojo always does well. Always.

Anyways, Jojo loves flowers. Flowers make Jojo sing in his heart, even if no one else wants him to - he still does. He was just built that way. He sings songs about colors and wonderful sweet smells like the air at the top of a mountain. Good.

Jojo does not understand other monkeys. They are loud and angry. But, Jojo knows. They just didn't have a good momma gorilla to love them. So, Jojo loves them. Lots. Lots of love Jojo gives them. They deserve it.

Clean.

I hope you find your flower.