12am trip to purchase inspiration, and if that wasn't picked up on the store shelf a few hours of perseverence was. dished out over months of my mind spinning its wheels, finally some satisfying form is taking shape. if i can devour this before it devours me, it'll all be fine and life will follow in the high paths intended. growing above our highest hair strands will only resolve in spiraling stairs down the the deep bottom, despite predetermined will or not. i'm as fickle as they come and when i say no i sometimes mean yes, and if i say yes i'll occaisionally end with no. i'll say no to that and yes to this here to come. because the future is better, "what comes is better than what came before" and yes is the happy alternative. are we clear? [no, but ambiguity is far greater than anything precise and etched in stone]

ps- be sure to check out ismera.org, it's up, and coming.

Go tell it to the skies
i have two eyes, as we all do, but one is rose and the other blue. one life knows only gloom and persistently expects a final doom. au contraire the other view is nearly reversed, fresh and new. It accepts beauty, knows no shame and most importantly never sets blame. hopeful and oblivious to pain both intertwined in my mind. a tint of rose and a tint of blue skew my perception oppositely in two.

'I leave traces if I do not speak with anyone, since I stick out as a man who won't open his mouth; I leave traces if I speak with someone because every word spoken is a word that remains and can crop up again later, with quotation marks or without. Perhaps this is why the author piles supposition on supposition in long paragraphs without dialogue, a thick, opaque layer of lead where I may pass unnoticed, disappear.' Italo Calvino