it should be rough because we are .
Category: musings
on failing less masterfully .
i’m simmering inwards .
satisfying work keeps the mind’s hands from idleness that so entreats foul play .
these thoughts come as a consequence of living .
they can’t be churned out as a result of constipated effort,
though i’ve tried .
heartbreak is cumulative,
for what was and for what could have been .
don’t come in here; it’s dangerous . you’ll like it .
do we miss people, or do we miss how we felt when
we were with them ?
sincerity is no art, it’s an unfeignable method of being .
as a kid i spent a lot of time on the bottom of pools .
i’d lay there as long as i could,
belly scraping the floor,
arms outstretched,
letting the chlorine sting my eyes .
only now do i realize that it was an affinity for feeling as low as humanly possible .
we make unwise decisions when we are unsatisfied .
but, why are we unsatisfied ?
« you ain’t alone, so why are you lonely ? »