Author: approximately

Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searching in the swarms
Still can’t find out how to hold my hands

I want to relay that, on this Christmas Eve in the morning…

– I slept in until 11, then had lunch

– My mother microwaved me a cup of Tang and bestowed upon me a sweet slice of yulekaka (which I initially said, “Hey Mom, is that yulegaga?” Clearly I’ve been listening to too much Gaga.)

– I’ve come to realization that my hair has ascended to the adherent powers of Velcro, and that in fact, it might possibly be Velcro.

– My brother is playing live video games and speaking with someone over a headset, someone who’s mother is undoubtedly concerned that their son, too, is playing Call of Duty on Christmas Eve morning. And I’m laughing, because I could never truly understand the allure of it all, and I long for the days when he’d sit around in a full diaper and play with his trains.

Ridiculous. Merry Christmas Eve!

Make yo’ own flakes!

Different Views

The night I saw the light,

It was a deep, deep realization that everyone has choices, everything is for the seizing, everybody is tracing their owns lines through each day, all is well.

We’ve witnessed these things, and pondered, walked the light of day and swam through thick darkness of dreams, scenes of life. The condensation formed on the windows. We spoke to speak of good things, we found treasury in facts, the buildup of encouragment.

And it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter how—it only matters that we’re breathing, and that we make our breathing matter.

I count the steps
the distance to the time
when it was me and you
So
far
gone

Another face
Another friend
Another place
Another end
But I’ll play on.