I gotta paper cut off a flyer I was distributing. The walls were papered blue. I had nothin better to do than let it bleed until a friend of mine could wrap my finger around a bandaid. It felt a little like getting your fingertips pressed in ink.
Except this time someone cared about you.
If can was cannot
and cannot was can
all would be possible
and dangerous
and
like the days run
we ran
When wishing to find a god, it may be helpful to look around, after you search yourself. What do you see in the world? How does that make you feel? Stay with this feeling. Let yourself thaw out and care. God cannot move us through ice alone.
I was destined for this. I don’t call it greatness, this sliding along on a conveyor belt of life. I have a bad habit of wishing to make sense of my experience.
I get an eerie sensation on a sunday night standing on the precipice of the death of a weekend. I get the kind of rattled only a vanilla shake in an American diner can quell, listening to Elvis on the jukebox with friends, in a booth upholstered in automotive leather, flirting and killing off time.
We had our best moments when nothing was going on: laughing at our inside jokes, playing silly meaningless games, being kids with one another, walking to the corner store, talking to strangers…being with desire. I am at peace to have a single one who knows my heart. For now, life cannot hurt so bad as it honestly does. I wanna help you. You make it all make sense.
await not the rains
await not the miracle
await not the sun
await not
let the rains
be the miracle
know the sun
await not
may your pain
lead you to your peace
may the rains
may the miracle
may the sun
await not
await nothing
may you be
awakened
I am only a small creature traveling in small circles radiating with the onset of the rains. My insignificance is something to behold. To think life could get so intricate as you and me. Here’s a multicolored marble rolled out to meet us. Give it to the hollow of a pocket. What luck!
A stamped imprint is an impression you have on the world. Once the ink dries, the thing upon which you (the idea of you) have been fastened, takes flight into the crosscurrents of daily life. These energy fields we run in are countless! Everything changes. You can become something else in an instant! Years later we will all understand. Only then may they know, by what became of your impression, what they missed.
I took off my glasses so I could see you clearly. Out from under our shared history. Outside of cultural narratives and bias. Free from all rumor and gossip and media glaze…i loved what I saw.
K IS SILENT 