I hope he dies and she goes on to live the most amazing and fulfilling life.
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I hope he dies and she goes on to live the most amazing and fulfilling life.
Clear tides are hiding nothing tonight
Swirling about my feet
Rising past my ankles
Then tickling my knees
Slowly
…
I’m supposed to go home
But it’s so much work
It’s so far upstream
And I’m already so tired
…
Today there was an opportunity to advocate for myself (to enable better communication) but instead I yielded to the path of least resistance to grease the conversation cogs, to bring the interaction to an end sooner, and to prevent making another person think or feel oddly (about me or the situation).
A little more time
A pause
Life on hold
Pause, pause, pause
Many breaths
With enough breaths
A day has passed
And death is once again
As it should be
Reviled
September 1 – 4, 2025
Often, we just need to wait it out.
Faraway moon shines
across so many borders
on your eyes and mine
I spiral and spiral and I just know, at the bottom of these spirals, that I’m not supposed to have lived, not supposed to live; I know that I do not contribute enough to be worth the space and time I occupy. …
August 31, 2025 “If you were to die tonight, right now, that beautiful water and birdsong could be your last music.” “So to die now could be a beautiful end, but once gone, I’ll never hear that magnificent peace ever again.” “The world falls silent for us all one day, for each of us in our own time. One day, those birds will be gone too, along with any who could appreciate them. Neither existence nor non-existence truly hold anything of import. Not until the end of days, that is.”
Lee under shadows:
boughs conceal the worst of her
under these cedars
I know you’ll find your way.
I wake shaken:
Dreams of battle and travel
For the second time