citrus

you know what's amazing?

yeah...
no,
i can't explain it.




i gotta get to work now,
but i had a really fabulous evening... and i love it when that happens.
tonight'll be one for the good-stuff, too.

it's windy. it's getting cold. the leaves rain off the trees and i crunch them purposefully as i walk through the neighborhood.
i'm not as interested in trying these days... it's just coming right along and i get frustrated when i make ideals into some quota i'm supposed to meet.
it's about the best i can do not about some fucking plans i've made, because i can't even rightly compare myself to an idea i had of me any more than i can compare myself to you or you or you.
and it's nice.

and it's funny how i don't have so much hope anymore as i have faith, because my faith continues to be proven right,
but my hope is too often shattered by musing,
which doesn't mean i'm not optimistic. but it does mean that misconceptions are much less likely.

still dealing with the trust, though. still working on that raised eyebrow...
but i don't wonder why as often as i ask what about

not that any questions will get me there, but leading curiosity may occur.
and one cannot coerce a response, or a truth therein.


everything is possible?
do you really think so?
the best made plans are your open hands,
this way and that.

i'm back to me again. and again and again and again.
the soup i made the other night is delicious though i'll make some adjustments next time around.
it's nice to have people to talk shop with, people who are present and inspiration and got to be real.

games and creation...
is someone supposed to win?
birth of destruction?
invention of necessity...
it happens.
and she saw that it was good.