Life is so damn interesting sometimes.
It throws the biggest hoops and loops and
literally sometimes takes a fucking poop on your face.
Is not always gushing with happiness,
but life is always there with endless
I spoke to an old friend today
and she spilled her shit out there
for me to take, process, love, and embrace.
We talked like the moon was our sister,
and we could bounce for days off of the
laughter and joy and laugh cries and terrible memories
we had witnessed together.
We told each other we loved each other and said see ya one day,
or never. Who knows, but I love ya friend.
Thanks for a great 12 years moon sister.
Life is interesting how one second you
are lost in a crowded street invisible
to the cluttered world around you,
and in the next moment,
someone smiles, and they catch your eye
and you think of all of the posters
you see on middle aged ladies cubicle walls reading
You is kind.
You is smart.
You is important.
And you thank God you actually read that book
and didn't just see the movie.
Life is interesting in how it mends and breaks
the people we become.
How we never actually have to do anything
and how we actually create the world
we live in. It doesn't create us.
For me, i'm pretty damn simple.
I tend to try and stay that way,
yet I have created a complicated and complex life,
so life is interesting
Just the way I like it.