"This song is so sad I want to cry."

"Don't cry."

"I feel like crying."

"Then I'll cry with you."

"No, you won't."

"Yes I will."

Why do you make my heart melt?

"I kissed your cheekbone."

...

"So did I."

Looking at the black trails dried down my cheek, I wonder what made me so upset and why I can't remember 30 minutes later. Isn't the world a lovely and awful place?

The Stillness of One: Incomplete

Crunching through the leaves
under an emerald green hat my eyes are wide
As I gaze into the stormy mist.
I am the mist and the mist is me.

Padding lightly past the rows
Settling softly into a niche
hoarding my discovered treasures
the silence is Not deafening.
I am in the silence and the silence is in me.

A Thought

And even when I expect disappointment, I am still disappointed. That's why I need to learn independence.

But then in the quietest moments, I am content.

The sweet passion of one-ness

I need to learn

to stand on my own two feet

feel the sweet passion of one-ness

smile at the glories I do have

instead of basing my happiness

off the opinions of a select, imperfect few

the success of specific events

the exact comments I yearn to hear.

It is so hard to grasp that idea

but if I cannot stand alone

cannot steady myself

then I will fall again and again

with no relief.

Windy "park"

We sat under that tree and I smiled when I felt your arms enclose mine. Feeling your head buried in my back was a heart-calming moment.

A Monologue: Quotes

Maybe I’ll just write quotes for the rest of my life. Yeah, that’s a thought. I will make my living writing quotes and people will quote me all the time and when they do, the people listening will say

"Hey! That’s pretty smart/cute/funny/poignant! What else did she write?"

And the person who quoted my magnificent self will say "Nothing!

She just wrote quotes."

It’s not a bad idea, you know. Quotes are a noble part of the written language. Being quoted is an honor for any writer. It’ll be the best of both worlds: I’ll have the name recognition of being quoted, and the people to whom I am being quoted can be intrigued yet don’t have to go through the tedious process of reading my longer works.

They will not have to read a word I write.

Which is, again, a plus. I won’t have to waste my precious time actually writing pages, and they won’t have to waste their precious time reading pages. We will all save time.

Time is money, you know. And by not writing novels, I’ll make more money because I’ll spend more time writing quotes. Dozens and dozens and hundreds of quotes that I will throw out into the universe for the impatient public to consume.

They don’t have time to read anything I would write. The public does not want to pore through pages of an author trying to convey meaning. Quotes, by their very nature of being quoted, are nothing but meaning. Why should I take time trying to find meaning when I can create a thousand different importances in a thousand different quotes?

So yes, I think writing quotes would be a noble and efficient profession.

I will just write quotes. Because no one wants to waste time reading anything longer than that and I don’t want to waste time writing anything no one wants to read.

Sunday is a day for secrets

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Everything about it is poetry.

Stars

I seem to stargaze with an inordinate amount of people

Maybe that's where I derive my power from

Maybe instead of being a rain fairy

I am a star fairy.

I just wish they weren't so beautiful

That they didn't create such beautiful moments with nearly anyone.

I cannot remember a time that I regret

The stealthy walk out of my house

Into the company of a questionable person.

Perhaps I am a star fairy

With my subjects above rather than below me.

I really like you, but I'm trying not to.

This is a post

I am too tired to write today
I spent the afternoon scribbling in an elegant scrawl
Polite niceities and my daily events and addresses
All of the while reveling in the
Mundane beauty of
Conversation
And sun-heated windows.

Sunday

Today is a day of skinny jeans, glasses, and cardigans
I refuse to be unhappy today
Even though there are remnants of angels fading from my hand

Peach jelly beans are second best
Especially when consumed with muted laughter and sighs

Our 4 am/ 12 pm conversation saved me as much as it did you
Please know how much I still consider you the person to whom I tell every sordid minute detail
Of my silly mundane life.
But how could you not know?
We proclaim that fact to the uninterested public every day.
Love, love love.

Happy birthday sweetness.
I hope the day provided you with nothing but happiness.

What a sublime mess of emotions.