Like cat or baby
sitting on our lap,
and how often we have to pee
or grab the kettle
but we share that moment with our heart and our head
and we sit still.
We don’t get up
because to disturb the beauty
would be oh so unsatisfying.
Sometimes dramatic thoughts and not thinking about the realistically or literally or common sensically, way, is fun. It’d endearing to my own self. I believe in it . For the fun. For the youthfulness.
And standing on that once upon a time wizard feel, is a fantastic. I feel the confidence that comes with being proud. that’s easy to feel when you have the audience praise popping around the stage of life you’re making. And when you don’t , when you find that the spark’s been sucked up, or you cant light wet ash, you create the fire,you become the rest of the part you stumbled with.
In growing older, you question whether you are being the so young so too much and you wonder about the crowd u want to attract.
And once you realize the place you want to exist in for yourself, you can love that you can know the power in the relationship you make with who you are.
My hair smells like bacon
and my ice has turned to water.
I’m fishing in my mind for a bite,
but all I can feel is that the sun is getting hotter.
And get this,
it is night.
My pants are all getting tighter on me,
wish my grip on life was.
I’ll get out of this.
And I will not run with it,
I will walk it into it’s place.
I will run with freedom.
And I will carry nothing but
my own weight.
There are comedians,
are there life analysts that joke about the mundane and the reality of life?
are those two the same things?
I’ll be fine.
I know I am.
Sometimes I create the tornado so that I can spin out of it
As if all the cobwebs and gunk,
spun in control
to my own spin.
And then I ballarina away
on my tippy toes.
I’m closer to the sky that way
I picture sunlight that hasn’t hit horizon yet to be able to call it setting but in the sky, bright and small, not big and hot, but glowing and warm and nice.
the sky not black. not bright blue sky. not cheesy sunset orange either. but this faded, darker yellow. warmth… with depth.
And i picture you half-silhouetted, half blurry, half in frame of the polaroid being taken, half out, but smiling huuuuuuge.
You may be something different to me then what you really are. But you’re still real. To me.
Chipped up bananas with sauce the colour of an August sunrise.
Bent from clues across the globe, this place carries itself in it’s own hands.
Careful not to crunch in the dill, that spice is for the yellow rubber ducks. Free from speech because it’s expensive to make one. Or we’re not captured when we speak, only capturing audiences we can’t control.
I won’t buck at stars, but I will drink stars for a few bucks.
I will try not to do E and cough, but I will drink coffee.
Drinks are all the power in your system. Monsters, bulls with wings, even the captain sends morgan to connect with you. As hazy as that gets, they’ll always be the stars to drink, yeah it’ll cost you a few bucks, but the cost of clarity is indispensable.
I’m gonna buy a little point and shoot. A little camera shot, instead of tequila.
I’m gonna buy a little knowledge. I am on a ledge and I know it.
I’m gonna burn my tongue on fireworks, just to make the fire work.
Gonna warm my hands like my heart hasn’t ever been cold.
This is a blast into a wallless arena.
And I make the walls and the choices and I abide by them and the hallways that are created.
Sometimes, there are windows though. And they’re big enough for me to fit through.
I’m gonna crawl through one like I’m a baby again.
The sun feels better outside.
And I’ve been inside for too long.
With me in it, being stable.
No straw in it,
Tastes like melted syrup,
feels like warmth in a sheeps’ fluff.
Is the place I am to be.
I’m not a fighter
but I’m down to fight for you.
Its easier to be mindful when you put your mind to it.
Find out if you depend on others for your happiness.
And then don’t.