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| Our Little Routine You show me love now, but I still feel sick from before. You know I don't get you at all, right? I'll forgive you, because you're a dearest friend. But this memory will resurface, and I can only help the emotional twists remain sulking under the waves. Oh well. Nothing new, right? Back to how it was before. 8.20.01 ~ ~ ~ A Little Jewel Called Confidence There is no truth in death. No glitter and no glory. Martyrdom is dead and crisp with the decay of a god's gaze. What awaits you in that forest is a dark and lonely void dear, please don't go. - Don't do anything stupid. - I'm not going to. - What are you, then? - I'm stirring things up. Dig? There is beauty in your life, don't turn your back on it and pride yourself on sulking in its shadow. Circle 'round the flower, see where the sun hits it? That's you. That's me. That's life. That's love. That's worth. Everyone loves you. Don't you know? You're everyone. To you, anyway. Don't pluck that flower. Don't waste that life. Bloom. Pollinate. Roll around in bed with a Stranger Sunday morning. Don't regret it. Regret nothing as you watch the sap and juicy fragrance fall from a cactus needle in the thick morning desert air. Ride the sun; let the moon take you from behind. She'll get her turn. She loves you. Too abstract? Then here. Love yourself. You're all you need. Fur immer. 10.2.01 ~ ~ ~ I Hate Rhyming Sit beneath my sun Interrupt my fun Dismantle all I've done And make me cry. Have my head bow down So desolate the ground Just another made-up noun That cannot try. This is not poetry. 10.6.01 |