Taking care of the self is simple. It’s every day. It’s waking up and taking care of the physical. It’s working and receiving compensation commensurate to productivity. It’s bills, paperwork, errands, and general responsibility. It’s sleep for the appropriate number of hours. This is simplicity of being.
Explain chaos to me. Explain doing something for the fuck of it. Perhaps we can exchange simplicities.
Taking care of the self is simple. It’s every day. It’s waking up and taking care of the physical. It’s working and receiving compensation commensurate to productivity. It’s bills, paperwork, errands, and general responsibility. It’s sleep for the appropriate number of hours. This is simplicity of being.
Explain chaos to me. Explain doing something for the fuck of it. Perhaps we can exchange simplicities.
I found six kittens
And the mother lunged at me
Because I’m satan.
Where we live, a man can walk for days and always find a 7-11 and its redbox sitting out in front. There are tanning salons on every other block. It is not uncommon to find a quarter on the asphalt. They tell me that the winter season can really drag into spring so that spring is left with only a month or two of real honest to God springtime when it rains but it isn’t cold. The rainless season is a special time for people to walk hand-to-stroller when they go to the store. In their hearts I think everyone knows when they are going to be here for a while or move along to someplace else. When we talk it turns out that no one was born here, but they might like to die here, and so I’d like to tell Florida so there. It’s alright to love here because there’s no trying to be someone else. Trees fall down all the time and we hear the hell out of them.
There was a rhythm to your heartbeat that I enjoyed. The sense of acceleration without the preamble or discussion. I could sense that type of world inside you. I wanted in just to be there. I had to prove I could.
There weren’t any words when I held my hand around your throat. Your eyes darted for me without the needless hesitation. You ignored my other hand. Your eyes told the full story. Sick of university and that in-between part of adulthood. Momma doesn’t know what you’ve been going through. I’m betting that momma’ll never really know about me. The things I think about when I am in control.
Yesterday, you sat on my desk and stared at the glass door. Silent as the rain with the steam from the tea forming a foggy column above your head. You reminded me of an impatient animal. I thought about the reasons for this, and none of them were about you. I could’ve kept on as someone you thought you needed. Someone whose love you would’ve wanted. My approval and validation would’ve floated you for a while, but I told you what you needed to do. Live, mostly. Get hurt, get out, get strong. I’m only a worthy constant when you and I are willing.
I might write about our brief story. As agreed in our whispered pact, I will keep it to myself.
I found six kittens
And the mother lunged at me
Because I’m satan.
There was a rhythm to your heartbeat that I enjoyed. The sense of acceleration without the preamble or discussion. I could sense that type of world inside you. I wanted in just to be there. I had to prove I could.
There weren’t any words when I held my hand around your throat. Your eyes darted for me without the needless hesitation. You ignored my other hand. Your eyes told the full story. Sick of university and that in-between part of adulthood. Momma doesn’t know what you’ve been going through. I’m betting that momma’ll never really know about me. The things I think about when I am in control.
Yesterday, you sat on my desk and stared at the glass door. Silent as the rain with the steam from the tea forming a foggy column above your head. You reminded me of an impatient animal. I thought about the reasons for this, and none of them were about you. I could’ve kept on as someone you thought you needed. Someone whose love you would’ve wanted. My approval and validation would’ve floated you for a while, but I told you what you needed to do. Live, mostly. Get hurt, get out, get strong. I’m only a worthy constant when you and I are willing.
I might write about our brief story. As agreed in our whispered pact, I will keep it to myself.
Where we live, a man can walk for days and always find a 7-11 and its redbox sitting out in front. There are tanning salons on every other block. It is not uncommon to find a quarter on the asphalt. They tell me that the winter season can really drag into spring so that spring is left with only a month or two of real honest to God springtime when it rains but it isn’t cold. The rainless season is a special time for people to walk hand-to-stroller when they go to the store. In their hearts I think everyone knows when they are going to be here for a while or move along to someplace else. When we talk it turns out that no one was born here, but they might like to die here, and so I’d like to tell Florida so there. It’s alright to love here because there’s no trying to be someone else. Trees fall down all the time and we hear the hell out of them.