There are things I just can't say

Oh, someday soon I'll fly away

Indeed

Huh.
a wry thought
You just never know what might be playing out behind the scenes.
I'm Houdini and there is. no. key. this. time.
Panic! because
Sometimes I am furious and convinced that I've been wrong all along
Other times, I'm sure that it's all about everyone else's misunderstanding.
Maybe the point at it's crux is that it doesn't actually matter
And in that case, I accept and even embrace the error in my paradigm, and the rest of the world's indifference is not a crime at all.

I brought people together! I thought of others! I set plans in motion! I listened, and I was mostly honest, and I was present,
Yet I feel like I wasted a lot of energy today
With any luck, it'll be one of thousands of days that doesn't make the cut onto my mind's hard drive.
Thank goodness I'm Batman.

Chilly creek flows, placid
Chestnut slicked-back fur surrounds two smaller chestnuts gazing confidently
At the rooty sloped bank
There is nothing to see
And noiselessly
She slips under once more

Summertime makes my feet hard
Dirty
Perpetually covered in a dry film of dust, shower be damned
On this summer night, when all that I have yet to accomplish for the week is to rest
I read this letter that someone handed to me earlier, and muse:
I wish I knew more men who would chance to speak to me in this way
With grungy toes and a face not yet washed of the day's sweat
The bedspread beneath me all but cries out YOU ARE GONNA NEED TO WASH ME SOON
No matter- I am entirely charmed
And I know that I deserve this, and more of this
And then, like a tactless and blunt and out-of-place punchline, I remember
Life is waning.

I

Escaped

The Rain Today

Only By Minutes

And Just By Chance.

Today Was A Day Set

Aside To Celebrate Others

And I’m Learning That I’m Ok

At Celebrating Others, And That

I really Enjoy Tackling The Creative

Challenges That Come With Having

Such an Aim. Joy Is Easily Transferable.

Plan It. Make It. Share It.

Smile for the camera
C'mon, give us a smile
You're prettier when you smile
But grief is tugging hard at the corners of my lips
Walking along falsely through this week
I've watched fifty different people dodge my sorrow in their own ways
It's tiring to drag it along behind me like a runaway's sack of dear and worthless belongings
And then to tug it out of the way to keep it from tripping anyone else
There's no end to this piece
Because the end isn't in sight.