Hellooooooo, Monday!

This is going to be a good week. I can feel it. Everything is winding down here. I've got plenty of work to do on the Wikipedia page before I go. And to top it all off, I've got moving in to look forward to. Ahhhhhh. I feel feathery and fanciful.

Thoughts--

I'm becoming a Michael Phelps fan. Not, like, that AT&T commercial, but I ( Read more... )

People piss me off sometimes.

I am sick of being on the receiving end of these base, superficial judgements. If you had eyes, if you accepted reality for just one moment, you'd see that I'm happy. You'd see that I've changed, that there is actual good here. I'm not delusional and I'm not doing this to "fit in."

I have seen something beautiful. And I ( Read more... )

A sonnet.

Cicadas

Cicadas sew a subtle summer’s din
And flitter golden wings into the breeze.
Boys breathe sunlight broken by the leaves
And gather sweaty beads upon their chins.
The rugged path leads rugged legs of men
Above the brook and through the gaps in trees
Where cicadas sing: "Fall on your knees--
The wilderness consumes all you have been."

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