update:

 I was singing yesterday.

sweet.

so long sweet summer...

 
  I find it remarkable. The green ones had a hole worn straight through the bottom on September 22. 

I couldn't have made it more perfect if I were magic.

...which I am...

you see what I'm getting at.

 with that in mind, I am beginning to relish in perfect moments. being who and how I am, I don't find them too frequent in my wanderings.  I wandered outside today, just to eat my cereal with the sunset. Along came a friend of mine. She stopped a moment to grab a little sunset with me and went on her merry way. A few breaths later there came along another friend. He stopped, and the exchange was pleasant in that small town sort of way. Then along came another to view the view, and as the light moved on I soon  found myself with a full set of 10 just taking the moments and sharing the enjoyment. it was a set of perfect moments friends. 

well done, and thank you.

I came here, sure there was plenty to do. and there is, but not so much as I thought. It's nice to take time to breathe a bit. 

I am going to miss the winter.

it was lovely too.

take your time but take it slowly

I enjoy breathing. not so much sleeping. but if you know me well you know the reasons I give are not the reason. not the point. was there one? yep.

 it rained. and the storms outside have always brought me hope. sometimes. climb the nearest hill, soaked though you may be, face the wind, arms stretched wide and strong, crying, you will never conquer me. and the storm is no longer your enemy. not even your ineffectual acquaintance. as is often the case, once you've fought hard and long against someone, you find in them a friend, they become catalytic for you and you become constant to them. so wander on. your storm found friend as your side, the wind at your backs will strengthen you to the brighter day of a well tomorrow. 

 really, I'm just in a blue mood. not blue as in sad. blue, as in moonlight. blue, as in the underside of your stormclouds. blue, as in clear streams. blue as in starlight. blue, as in the dark behind those stars. blue, as in that dress. blue, as in those top keys on the piano. blue, as in your sisters eyes. blue, as in ocean. blue, as in night. blue, as in cool, blue.  

  

     

that's all.

promised

I told you I would. And I'm glad I did. Sure, there were lots of other things to do, but I often remember the lesson, people are more important than things. Friend, you once looked at this and told me, isn't it amazing? God and man. Our works so small, His so big. Yet the scene is not so discomfiting  as sometimes felt. In fact, it's rather nice. Remember your words friend. You'll be needing them. Our works are nothing to compare in grace, beauty or purpose.  But He welcomes your attempts, and He will blend them into the majesty of His design only to make the whole more breathtakingly perfect. 

You were a part of the plan all along. 

fishes

I once was privy to witness two men standing over a body. That body, as everybody, was mostly fluff and stuff, and possibly a tetherball. During discussion I met a gangster, of the new york mob type persuasion, who took the time of his busy day to teach me of the fishes. 

  "Sleep with the fishes?"  impossible you say. because there are no such thing as fishes, or witches. I beg to differ as to the first party. fish, you say, is already plural. but then there are types and means and sizes. what of multiple groups of type and means and sizes? phish? nay dear dorsal, fishes. fishes in the sea. fishes in the pond. fishes in the bag outside your door, or inside... fishes, dear fishes, brave fishes, may you ever swim free.

who the devil are you?

there are days when you let the little stuff get to you. it's odd because you do your best to manage the big stuff. and you handle it, put it to one side and say I can't change it, but then someone comes by and breaks your egg and you want to wrestle them to the ground and choke them till they tap out.

it's good not to act on those feelings. 

They Call 'Em Rogues

wish for one more day, to give love.  much wasted? spoke but never thought what it might mean. so thoughtless. so careless. so frustrated. so lost.  but the sun rises dear. a hope's lost's prayer for hope. find your way. let me tell you something. you won't be able to love others if you don't love yourself. but you'll never love yourself if you don't start loving others.  

straight out and to the point I'm sick of this. I don't want to be in your business anymore. yeah, you, chuck, chucks sister, and the kids down at the pool. I don't want to ask what you don't want to tell. And you, fredericks, don't you go telling me what's not yours. It's like stealing someone else's jam. What are you doing up in their cupboard anyway. Get out of there. but I've been looking for some cups lately too, so who am I to talk? Well the point was that I'm not to talk. the point is that it's my fault, and I'm done with it. If the sun is rising for you today, then it can rise for me too...can't it?
at the end of roads, traveling fast and alone. still just another punk who's gotta learn to grow up.