--NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING, AND NOTHING EVER SHOULD

…There’s nothing much better than hearing a new baby is on the way.

…When I write, I just assume everyone else has a similar wound, whether they really do or not.

…Whenever I’m in a space with a lot of strangers like, say an airport, it reminds me of how many people I don’t know and will never know, all of us going our own way for our own dubious reasons.

…We should all do something sincere today and thank ourselves for it later on.

…It’s not always clear what’s happening.  Sometimes you’re in a current and don’t know it until the tide has taken you all the way to the edge of the waterfall.

…A life without friends would be pretty dismal, if not completely unbearable.

…This train could take me anywhere and I still wouldn’t know if I was doing the right thing.

…People on trains all want one thing.

…On a train you can lose yourself for a while, but you always come back, resolved or not.

…It’s hard to be both acceptable and not.

…I judge and criticize then think, but haven’t I done those same things before, too?

…Sometimes the ones who save us are the same ones killing us.

…What’s up for grabs?  That’s the most important question.

…What makes us do it?  Relieve instead of live, going back and forward in time?

…What about the survival of glee?

…Life isn’t ever really calm, not even underwater.

…Six words everyone longs to hear—I really need you right now.

…--Why so fearful?  There’s no one else around?

…--Because there’s no one else around.

…--How long have you had a death wish?

…--Let’s see, how old am I again?

…--I’ve got a lot to teach you.

…--Yeah, probably everything I shouldn’t know.

…This day will never end like I think it will.

…One by one, we all earn our clichés.

…Life’s been interesting ever since I started dying.

…Nappers make me really jealous.

…No one can be a shadow forever, nor should they try to be.

…Who is weak and who is weaker and what does relativity have to do with it?

…There is never a shortage of gain or loss.

…It’s hard to connect if you keep answering No.

…“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle.” Chris Watson

…I know what it’s like to circle around, follow a loop that never stops looping.  I know what it’s like to dive in, looking for the right words but finding dust instead.

…Losing something is never fun, especially when it’s your nerve.

…It’s easy to feel unbeautiful, so when you find what makes you feel beautiful, you should cherish it.

…There are poems and then there are poems.  I want to write you a poem like a FedEx box that shows up exactly when you need it.

…It’s a little presumptuous to think there’s an answer for everything, but it doesn’t hurt to look for one.

…I believe I’m going to need a lot of help with this.

…And here we are, at the future.

…If this doesn’t end the world, the world will end after it.

--THIS IF FOR THE SNAKES AND THE PEOPLE THEY BITE

…GHOST PARACHUTE is always so kind to publish my scribbles, to let me say things I might not ever say, even here.

This is another slice of me:

http://ghostparachute.com/the-thing-about-my-depression/?fbclid=IwAR0w1hLMhMsBb1BPfC-n_PoESojML8jXUSVvn_Xu3aheqrGR0KY1XGEcsFY

                                  

--OR SEEING ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I DO YOU

                                                  Our Eternity

Here’s what happened.

We spent our eternity in bed, doing that, yeah, but also ripping up wishes and IOU’s, reweaving tapestries and Gerry-rigging sonnets to make them sound less stiff and ancient.

It was a blast. 

You were best at happy endings, so I let you steer those ships.  Me, I spent hours studying your tailbone, or else counting the gaps between your breaths, the times you said, Pretty sure.

I was easily fascinated.

You called me Silly Goose and I called you Bug and it went on like that for lengths. 

At some point, you tattooed the word Happiness across every inch of my skin with your tongue so that I was always tingly and rumbly, like an electric toothbrush when it’s used without the bristles.

Our kindness was constantly copulating.  It had scads and scads of children who sloshed off the mattress and wrapped themselves around the ankles of over-burdened pedestrians and deer nosing the yard for stray apples. 

It was perfect that way.

The world found a better method of breathing.  It expanded and changed colors, new species of red and green, though none of it had anything to do with Christmas or any other holiday.

In between doing that, as well as poetry readings, there was always a lot of soft-cone kissing going on.

Eventually I fed you secrets because you convinced me you craved their bitter flavor.  Kinda tastes like espresso, you said, so I pinched off your nose and plopped it in my mouth as if it was a spongy jawbreaker, making you laugh in your hand and say, You really are a Silly Goose.

We never got older, or if we did, we didn’t care. 

Nothing bad ever happened, or if it did, it didn’t happen to us.

Our story had no plot, no beginning or end.  It belonged to the universe, to the stars which held us just so in their sparkly palms.  It’s the same universe and those same stars that everyone else is staring at right now, their breath caught, wondering what all the ruckus is about, where all that light is coming from.