inhale,

1...
2...
3...
stop caring.

exhale

I learned something very important from Justin

The sky doesn't make room for clouds; it doesn't change or expand. It lets them simply pass through. Likewise is your mind. It's not permanently accommodating. That's so inspiring.

lemons

crinkled nose and curt
speech, slight acclimations to
your acridity




why are you acting like this?

noise

you wouldn’t hear me otherwise.
if i didn't do this at every
opportunity that fell before me,
you wouldn't pay me any mind.
you’d walk right past me as if
my existence were insignificant.
but you can’t, can you?
not while i’m doing this, at least,
not while i’m exceeding the
threshold of stimulation in your brain.
do i have your attention?
are you listening now that it’s
crashing into your system,
affronting you with everything
you had intended to ignore?
is it working yet?
is this enough for
a second look?
good.
now that you’re looking for me,
you’ll find that i’m gone.
it was only just a noise.

happiness

"Notice a quiet moment so the storm that sometimes resides in you can calm and become a gentle breeze known as peace of mind."

String Theory

And so again
I begin anew


A string thin theory
laid out on the sand


Vaguely
the shape of me


Perhaps
more character


It's just a concept,
an idea of how I could be


The only way to know
is to pull the string tight


Test elasticity
Push me against gravity


Send me into orbit
into collision
with my quantum self


I hope to see me
waving back


The other side
of these rough seas


Of changing sides
Of setting free


Dispersing the white light
that cuts me into slices like
a bread knife


Pull tight the string
and let go of me


Let go
and watch me


Accumulate mass as
I eat up each grain


Let go


Let go


And go ahead
Laugh on your way back inland