Category: musings
luck : when the things we can’t account for turn positive
nature knows only balance,
humans don’t
there’s got to be more than female nudity to propel consumable art
spend your youth exploring,
you’re too young to know what to do with good fortune .
happy thanksgiving to all .
so much to be grateful for .
today i had a vague memory from when i lived in brasil .
the remembrance was of a friend’s tattoo, and it read,
“our hours are ours” .
i remember thinking how phonetically pleasurable it sounded .
i don’t know why the undertow still catches me unready; you’d think i’d be an expert on the comedown by now .
sometimes feeling lost is a necessary rite of passage .
