sometimes i visit the bottom where i can’t see the sun that’s where they know me and there’s no where for me to run the radio in my head comes in so clear telling me i’m no where near i can feel the end against my cheek it’s the same routine week after week but something always stops me from trying to find what i so desperately want to make mine
alone on the curbside in the brightness of the yellow moonlight, implacable, restless, passionately laughing, all power is extinguished. falling shadows shine darkly, radiant assurance is doubted, forgotten in a flash. terrible mystery is twinkling overhead while fear up rears itself in front of your sparkling eyes, but you’re phenomenally calm in the screaming silence. shapeless...
i write on envelopes when no one wants ice cream
i often try to put up things that i’ve written, but i always change my mind at the last minute. that rhymes kind of.
“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.” -Bob Dylan
The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. Pema Chodron