New Year, New Life

"You send me love letters in the moon,"
The night said to the sun.
"And I leave you my answer
As tears upon the grass."

I've decided I like Rabindranath Tagore

other things I've decided today:

people can be amazing

people can treat other people very well

people can be self-powered generators of joy.

if you really think about it, a fire alarm is an amazing thing.

if you really think about it, a dead leaf is an amazing thing. 

an airport is not entirely dissimilar from a parking lot.

if you know where you are, your luggage gets noticeably lighter

if you know where you are, you've got most people beat

people can abuse boots, especially when skinny jeans are involved

people can abuse people, especially when boots and skinny jeans are involved

people can be amazing.

twinsizedbed@roanoke.va/alone

overwhelmed

sometimes,

when i move my jawbone to the left something

rushes into my ears and fills 

me with uncertainty

so

i clench it shut.

did you know

just as Manhattan was once a lush backwoods

you were full of life before you owned anything at all

folded

with the table lamp

on

she put her fingertips in the dip

under the back of her head, like a handle,

and, with her nose pressed against a muscleless arm,

she pulled her elbow to her knee

wouldn't it be nice

if the kind of light 

that squeezes through

the crack

between drawn curtains at 3am

(or so)

did not 

ex

ist 

at 

all

they're just circles

I've been told that water is the most difficult image to animate, but I've more often seen satisfactory waves and puddles than believable eyes. 

Henry Chinaski says,

naturally, we are all caught in 

downmoods, it's a matter of

chemical imbalance

and an existence 

which, at times,

seems to forbid

any real chance at

happiness.

hownice

things I thought were important as I rode to Virginia in December

the milky way > slavery

layngwudge

opposing omnipotence

Gallileo was accused of thinking that God wept (and laughed)

opiate yawning

for show

after Theseus left, untrampled weeds grew wild

my glass sides miss the frustrated beating of your wings

.