a wise woman told me i should keep a schedule. she told me a lot of things over the years, the same years that i've managed to keep thoughts secret and aloud on a page where everyone can read if they wish. he wondered what it meant that they could.
i forget without reminder that things were once easy. easier. why? because there were less thoughts. not so much of big life and big bills and big dreams we chase down paths we're brought up to realize as paths. i forget with learning, there comes a change of contrust. construct. i meant.
life presents itself in an metric shit ton of generic terms. i'm supposed to learn lessons, don't know when i'm learning them, what i'm supposed to make of them and forgive me jesus, never know when the day comes when action proclaims that i've learned from enough to pronounce something better to the alternative. so. what are we so worried about.
i remembered the outside today. i simply put some kids in a canoe or two. why do i struggle to defend the space it takes for a person to say hello, my name is. thank you for this.
hey, i'll do my best. it's good to be back.
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