I Kan't Spell

 You know something changed or something is dead when you don’t feel anything anymore. When all you feel is the need to separate yourself from something because you don’t believe in it. It hurt you so many times that it’s so much more fragile than you think. And you just walk away to something else. That’s a good opposite. It’s not bad. Walk away to something else and stop being hurt. 

 I don’t laugh that much 

Any

Day

Now

 She loves you

That’s what matters

Mom cares 

Wells ella and piper love you 

It’s nice 

They’re young and trying 

For everyone else 

But it makes you sad

Rightly so

You spent your life 

Spending love

For weak people

Build around them 

Love them

 Everyone

Everything 

Save for something

That was nothing

In the eye of envy

Committed 

To all

In the space 

Of none

Became mine

With absence 

Of all 

That 

Is time 

 One of the things that frightens me most about the world is that the old are getting dumber with every generation / more easily cowed. 

And in our youth we are less susceptible to fraud and fake information and people. 

The older we get the more scared we get and the more scared we get the worse decisions we make. 

 I just had the warmest thought about my mom. 

She always tried to make everything beautiful. She still does. 

Rose bushes next to our crappy little house and hedges and a fence - she kept the house as clean as could be working tirelessly Friday night after a full day of work. Finding joy in it - resentful hard work sometimes…  but joy in trying to provide something beautiful. It’s what kept her going her whole life and it’s something I love about her. 

My mother is a sturdy caring person to me. I think the best parts of me - are from her. 

 I’ve spent countless 

Shadow casted 

Up from the floor

Into the skin

Right with a halo

Form with tiger aggression

Moments -

Contemplating

Where I lost or gained

The capacity to 

Have one