How about
Instead of throwing up our hands
Saying “Nothing matters”
We instead say
“Everything matters”
I ask myself again:
Why shouldn’t the way I live matter to me?
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How about
Instead of throwing up our hands
Saying “Nothing matters”
We instead say
“Everything matters”
I ask myself again:
Why shouldn’t the way I live matter to me?
…
Press thoughts into me like fingertips
But explain to me what they mean
Shove feelings down my throat like cupcakes
But tell me what the flavours are
Invite me to the dinner table like I’m one of you
But show me how you live every single day
With the same humanoid shape
With the same language
With the same homeland as I
With your body comprised of the same proteins as I
With the same glucose in your veins as I
I’ll pay voracious attention this time, I swear
I’ll try really hard to learn
So that one day I may be able
To finally assume the shape of your thoughts
And learn to play your part
December 6, 2024
… But then
I think of them seeing me from the inside out
I imagine their mind’s fingers combing the strands tangled in my shallows
…
She’s dizzy, weak
She’s heavily wounded
Yet miraculously she stands
On shaking legs
Spitting bitter iron
Coughing, dazed, stumbling
With broken bones
Into arms of those who came
To her when she needed them most
The wet sand that cushioned her
When she fell so far
The sun that hid from her
In the cobblestone square
The moon that couldn’t find her
Sitting at her warm table
The snow that didn’t touch her
But saw her through that window
And the friend who could read her
Who could hear and see right through her
May be the only ones who really
Know her stories
Maybe that’s enough
After all, as this new day ends
She’s still standing
December 5, 2024
12:15 a.m.
A Daydream Aggressive
A Daydream Decisive
A Daydream Gently Ending
Today I reflect on connections
Giving love, receiving love
So many feedback loops
All precious, all powerful
All so very necessary
Like all things invaluable
Each with a secret expiry
Some brutal painful day
So hold them tight, cherishing
Until their inevitable dissolution
November 30, December 3 2024
I think I tasted it again today
That rare experience, precious
Honey from a hive
Communal joy
Connected on all edges of my honeycomb cell
Now I go out to replenish, alone again
Seeking more solitary nectar
How I hope to taste this honey again soon
🐝 🍯
My love grows in a mindfully cultivated garden
Raised to be shared with a small selection
As nutritious ingredients
For their wholesome efforts
…
Why do I write myself out of my own story
In my daily mind and in my work?
Things have changed
My melancholic trials
Are not quite as they were
They feel calmer somehow
Still reaching down, down, down
But closer to frozen
Closer to still
…
When I met you yesterday, T.
I sat with you for some time
Just listening
From the very beginning
You were precious
Eyes boring into mine
You were so animated, so excited
The more you talked
Realizing someone was listening
Really listening to you
…