So it is April 19th . . .
I should go free some animals
I should go Fly a kite
I should learn to Fly
I should set you Free
What does any of that really mean?
Liberate the dead by living?
Remember that death is an example to keep living & live the way you best can?
Sure, I guess I could take all that.
I could go to the beach tomorrow
by myself- because somewhere along the way I forgot how to have friends
-when did that happen?
lay out a sheet, take my green tea, sweet-smelling sunscreen, the hat that everyone makes fun of me for wearing & this old book I'm enjoying more than the majority of my teenage years., my teenage life. ~where did they go, I wonder... Maybe sitting on a park bench in some urban setting with the nearby clamor of pigeons.
Well, life is scarves now, & photographs - not what I once considered were mainly for freezing time, or even capturing beautiful things- not all vanity, but the second-best time capsule to what our ever-fading memories store.
Life was smiles, sandals, wagging tails, dancing, line-drying clothes on sunny days, wheels spinning into setting suns & being okay with simplicity & the idea that suns didn't really set.
Yea, I'm really okay with it.
I should go Fly a kite
I should learn to Fly
I should set you Free
What does any of that really mean?
Liberate the dead by living?
Remember that death is an example to keep living & live the way you best can?
Sure, I guess I could take all that.
I could go to the beach tomorrow
by myself- because somewhere along the way I forgot how to have friends
-when did that happen?
lay out a sheet, take my green tea, sweet-smelling sunscreen, the hat that everyone makes fun of me for wearing & this old book I'm enjoying more than the majority of my teenage years., my teenage life. ~where did they go, I wonder... Maybe sitting on a park bench in some urban setting with the nearby clamor of pigeons.
Well, life is scarves now, & photographs - not what I once considered were mainly for freezing time, or even capturing beautiful things- not all vanity, but the second-best time capsule to what our ever-fading memories store.
Life was smiles, sandals, wagging tails, dancing, line-drying clothes on sunny days, wheels spinning into setting suns & being okay with simplicity & the idea that suns didn't really set.
Yea, I'm really okay with it.