did small things
rolled a ball across
the floor
sat
wanting nothing
that light
(like my
blood
now?)
there is
no need
for passion
and pleas
of stay
or leave.
it is
pure
choice.
rolled a ball across
the floor
sat
wanting nothing
that light
(like my
blood
now?)
there is
no need
for passion
and pleas
of stay
or leave.
it is
pure
choice.
today marks a minor improvement in that this morning i broke my three-week block and finally wrote something; i'll post it in the UPC later on today. three weeks is a terrible gap and i found it quite damaging!
By the grace of Davey Jones some times the water returns what it swallows 
walk out just know that once its gone its gone
never the same, the past is dead
the future is a infinity of now
but fear keeps you here in constant rewind repeat
the same tired fights
the same stale sex
the insesant drill of possibilities
what if I followed were my heart is leading me
what if I tucked the fear away and ocassionaly used it like a drug
to remind me not to be too much the crazy person we all are inside
but not allow it to tell me everything is alright as long as you don't move
the snake won't bite your child won't hate you
the wasp won't sting they can take care of themselves
you are not those who came before
you are the one who right now can do something different
do something to honor the purity of love
love for you by you because of you in you
and always remember those who really love you?
No matter the now or then or that they will always always
love you the same, like a thousand suns a million voices
like the void surrounding all of us endless deep and forever.
and when you see them again they will smile because that is all we ever really need.
Take a look/listen at this:
It's a Bill Withers song. Beautiful, non?