Thinking Back, to a Better Place

Take me back to the woods of Minnesota. I despise society's constant sound. It's wretched and grotesque, like a screeching devil. I long for crystal waters. The sweet smell of pine trees in the morning. I long for the danger, going head to head with a mama moose and treacherous, stormy waters. I miss the simplicity, the leisure and charting our own course. Time was endless, and my body, ageless. I miss the silky night, which enshrouded me in a frigid blanket. How I completely miss the feeling of being stranded and alone. No people, no buildings, no irritating noise. Just me, in a city of trees and nature's melodies.

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To me, there is no greater mystery, no greater awe, no greater question of the world with the dying words of a very intelligent man: "happiness only real when shared."

October in January

I recall the time
all your loves
gathered-
in variant grays

a yellow flower
in your suit pocket

a reminder of me
for when you go
but to stay and wither
with you, forevermore

with each fist of sand
granule by granule
I watched them fall
with you, forevermore
we wept for dirt walls
which beckon you home

I shall not want
what cannot be
but this, a plea,

don't forget me

Letter to the Loved

Isn't it comical that the people who are supposed to care about you most end up being the ones that tear you down? I have no inkling as to the nature of it, whether they notice their actions and words or not. For me, it doesn't matter. You just don't do that- I have to rely on you, I need you to lead me to the correct course. How can any of those things happen if you break the trust I share with you? I don't need you to tell me how to live my life, I just need your simple support and nothing more. Leave the rest to me, loves. This is my life to live.

Like a Hermit Crab

Been a while. Moved homes. Moving again in a year. I'm tired. I just want to stay in one place. I want to feel safe. But there is no such thing as safety in a violent world. I suppose this feels more like home, I haven't really come to a definite conclusion yet- whenever I leave homey walls I don't feel safe. We'll see in the weeks to come.

Also been doing a bit of reconnecting. Feels good. Finding out it's something that I've needed to fill an ancient void.

Good Morning

Greeted by gold
beating back the shade
It's a new day,
good morning.

The comfort of my covers
I do not wish to stray
To stay, with you,
Beneath the cover of weight

Grasped by society's demands,
I see you little, and you do I
Just a little longer now
And time will be endless,
spent with you.