in the morning, that I could pour my tiredness into a sparkly capsule and drink it at bedtime.
in the night, that I could pour my energy into a cup and drink it with my breakfast cereal.
– childhood thoughts
I wish in the times I felt hopeless / depressed / scared –
I could remember how wonderful it is to be alive, all that I have access to,
to create, to do, to experience & give.
– Oct 27, 2016
between hopelessly hopeless and infinitely infinite.
rewriting the same story
over and over again.
the same thought swimming around in your mind,
“hey, i think i’ve seen that tree before.”
looking back to see
you’ve been forever stretched, like a gum of rope,
from one end to another,
weathering a great and beautiful expanse –
it is yet to be seen.