Growing Funny

Prose

I am in love with shadows
Cling to walls
Certain combined reality will create protocol
An Insecure thought
Sure ground,
but I was wrong.
.
Then again these men,
holding
Bearing another’s hand
ill aligned for journeys
question marks.
fainted heart
.
Handling blurry diamonds
Squinty.
Not man’s definition of wealth
Truth of a different time
Perhaps why stories assume there is one.
Only one for each of us.
.
Who knew.
Who knows.
It is a blank sum.

Tearin’ it up.

I wake up a lot of days, and fly out the door to do the million things I do everyday. 

However, though I have a lot of things going on, I tend to fly by the seat of my pants, giving in to the power of last minute suggestion and adventure. 

Just this past weekend, I have met and hung out with fascinating people, and have found myself as in love as ever with this very bizarre city, I am beginning to call home. 

My life is rich, not with money but in the ways that matter.

I want to celebrate that.

I love the people I know, far and near, and I love how they teach me more about life and about myself every time we talk.

Thank you, people in my life, for being so darn amazing. 

There is cold water at the edge of the bed,
an inch deep, but un-damaging to anything.
Toes touch the pool hesitantly,
then submerge.
It is still dark.
The admission fee paid,
entering,
undecidedly,
a woken day.