Every Now And Again

Welcome to May. I was digging up old stuff, and thought I'd share.

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"Old Things"
9.28.06

He is an old man trapped in a
twenty year old body. His broad
shoulders buckle under the weight
of the world he put upon himself.
He likes to go about his day,
portraying a carefree boy of
twenty...but there's much more
under the surface. I think most
people have given up on trying to
figure out just how he became
that way. I think most people
give up on those they don't
understand. I think this is why
he and I are drawn to one
another. I can sit with him, and
just emanate from my body that
I want him to pay attention. But
he'll sit silent and silly with all
the dignity in the world. He has
what he wants, but I don't. And
I'm still drawn there to him.
What makes him drawn to me...I'll
never know. I can only speculate,
and think that I've got
something going for me.

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"Writing in the Dark"
7.17.08

I'm writing in the dark,
and it'll be very interesting to see
what comes out.
I have been trapped with my
thoughts for days,
and tired out by routine and
muscle memory.
The dark is the only time I find
peace
except for Spanish clips flashing
before my eyes.
My tired eyes,
and my tired thoughts
attempt at discerning and
translating
but I give up
and give in to the dark.
I just want to daydream again,
and give in to the warmth of the pillow
that I imagine as your body
pressed against mine.
The dark allows for this.
I try to find rest
but the day continues and the nights
get shorter
and I'm left with little time for
thoughts of you.

I'm writing in the dark -
this is bad for my eyes.

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"Letters to a Little Me, #2"
11.17.09

Take a deep breath

and remember.

There was peace there. There
was green there. There were
waves upon waves of ocean and
endless thought.

But they were good. And they
were still.

And He was there.

Remember this place when you
are lonely. Remember the
feeling when you are sad.
Remember that he was there
to orchestrate wind and water
and life

and take a deep breath.