...and to think I once said no more musicians.

I'd become content along my loner journey but now he's come along like something I concocted just for myself, ...straight from my imagination.

I'll never cage you, you're free, but I do hope you'll stay.

I prefer to remain a little loose screwed...just so you know what you're getting yourself into. I hope that you're a little unscrewed too but you seem pretty screwed in, hmm.

You tossed something that you thought worthless. You now realize it's value but it's too late, it's flown...give up. It's never going to return to you. Go away.

I feel so free, such a weight has been lifted.

Traveling the steps to the eighth floor.

I feel like I can fly.

Watching myself in the mirror for minutes while analyzing my recent thoughts and actions...extreme highs and lows... a case of freedom-induced mania.

There is harsh air outside.
I took a walk through the graveyard with a friend and my fingers and feet went numb.
...warm...tea...please
I am in admittance of my pansy ways this winter... all I want to do is huddle under blankets.
...man it's been hard to get up in a.m.

Clear and free of storm...momentarily.

I did some things that I consider to be on my list of to-don'ts. First, I purchased something from Walmart. I go in there on rare occasions to walk around and be ridiculous but I hadn't purchased anything from there in almost 6 years. And what did I buy? ...A pack of beer. Second, I used a microwave TWICE. I hadn't used one of those in at least 4 years. Someone needs to punish me.

True, elders are definitely not always right, BUT they are definitely interesting.

A quiet one, wearer of hats, observer of people.
Traveler by foot, easily overlooked and mischievous.
I once was a man fortunate enough to grow old.

Frenzied throughout the day instead of feeling dead.
Sometimes it's one extreme or the other.
Both suck.
I accomplish nothing either way.

full moon...

such magical energy which I polluted, thus shifting into a drunken psychosis... what a night to forget.

Currently contemplating a new den to call home.

ah, rum & aloneness.

Arizona...my crush. 

The art of water gazing...

part of me wants to jerk him up by the collar while speaking soft words of assurance to let him know that everything is going to be fine. I will change. The rest of me wants to escape, flee into the possibility of what currently is imaginary.

In this very moment
of this early morning.
I'm sitting here... alone.
and this morning is mine.
No one else's.

meditation

...or full moon madness.
How can I ever choose between the two.

No matter where I go, people ask me where I'm from.

Sitting here looking at this blog and noticing how little words I've been sharing these last few months. Another  piece of narcissism on the internet is not what I'd originally intended.

[FULL MOON]

tonight I sat under
I thought about how I will think back on this night
and it will seem like long ago yet at the same time like yesterday.
In the moment of experience, though, it feels like eternity.
I cannot grasp time.

the door to a captive's cage has been opened,
yet the captive stays in.

I've been roller coastering through an array of emotions concerning the month of July. It's approaching...and
things are about to drastically change.

a bit of delirium today.

et patati-et-patata

Humans annoy me so incredibly in grocery stores.
I soothe myself by laughing at them or else something madd may occur.

You are away
A different zone
and moon
I look for reasons
And I find them.
With broken tools
I'm building scenarios in my head.

I try to keep myself wired appropriately to where thoughts of things that I can't change are shot down. But who am I kidding, I do think of the past at times. I try to see truth in the fact that those things molded me. I have plenty of room to improve but I'm mostly content with myself. Who would I be if I hadn't been good and been bad when I did..

This sweet old man gave me 6 cents and walked away.
Then he came back and gave me a pack of m&m's.
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'm vegan.

I live here but it's never been home.
...somewhere in between dangling on a dream

...just the snow, my quilt, and a cup of mate'.

momentary satisfaction.

I've been indulging in some things that aren't particularly prosperous.

Sitting, listening to an owl.

No rum since new years, not that that's like some resolution or something because it's not.