swimming

each year we wait for the next. we vow to change and we pray for forgiveness.

some years roll around and you hope that they'll be different from the last but you know its just more of the same. more of the same that makes you unhappy. nothing will change until you pull the courage out of your pocket. those are the years you remember with pride. change is a thick cloud of snow filled with the promise of adventure and the fear of failure but daring makes your failures seem like conquests. i've been rejoicing in the colorful laughter of the people i care about and reflecting upon those private moments of sublimity.

its only december but I feel like i'm already dancing on a clean slate.

and another one

some pieces you can't pick up.

tabula rasa.

your face

shut out.

where did i go?

day and night.

suddenly all the colors seem much brighter and all the smiles warmer and all the laughs louder. i have my friends back and one that means more than most things combined. i can't even begin to describe how grateful i am to have these people back in my life but i lament that i ever missed them. people get lost sometimes.

and now my nights are full of adventures and mischief and good company and new music and porches and fires and and and...

i think i'll knit for awhile. i know someone who's going to need the extra warmth.

Baobabs and Betula

who knows why some words seem monumental
and others hardly noticeable...it makes no difference anyways.

lets save our words for lyrics not fighting.

where have all the honey bees gone?

fixed

last night i fell asleep with gum in my mouth. i also had the best dream of my life. goes like this:

i was staying at a place which remarkably resembled 3rd grade summer camp when i decided i needed to take a bath. it was pouring outside so i sat down in the mud and it started to sink below me forming a de facto bathtub. suddenly i went from enjoying my luxurious mudbath to being totally creeped out by all the disgusting shit crawling around in the mud with me: leeches, ticks, worms, amoebas. so i jumped up and made my way towards the house to rinse off.

With each step i took, i felt a flash of pain in my right foot. at first i thought it was a tick trying to burrow its dirty little self into the bottom of my big toe. After I rinsed off, I took a closer look at what appeared to be a splinter or a small thorn. I pushed the skin around the splinter until the tip of it popped up.

With one big sweep, I pulled out the foot long branch covered in thorns that I have been walking on for the past two years. Whoever says that dreams are a bunch of random crazy shit with no meaning doesn't know what the hell they are talking about.

hot damn

maybe i just want to know what i'm in for.

he's a lot of trouble.

elephants should splatter paint

yup.

its funny how problems melt away when you stop caring.

my florida

breezy sway

b flat

we've painted ourselves melancholy