happy beginning

..of Autumn.

It has now officially started its absolutely unstoppable tour-de-force.

All I have for you is love and light and this.



Yours truly.
M.

‘As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.’ ~Buddha

this poem

I love poetry. I really really do.
And this just, I don't know why, as it is with poems, just hits the mark.
It just gets me inbetween the nerve-endings of my ribcage.
Every once in a while I'm just so happy to find one like this, one poem with this effect.
I hope you'll like it, some of you enjoy it, and that a few of you who love poetry will love it to the unreasonable extent I do.

12.22.
M.

eyebrowz

♥

Fresh flowers, on someone's tumblr.
Days and nights.
M.

OH, and A. came out with some really interesting stuff today.
Internal-external.
Stuck, or weighed down.

nighttime

scattered
scattered
scattered
scattered
scattere
scatter
scatt
scat
sca
sc
s


to be loved like that



how can a gap feel bigger than ME?
my chest is too full
(like the ribcage part of the torso)
just too full


there was so much pain, not pain pain
all new kind.



and what if, you know?
like you feel or see something, should you make someone else see it too?
or leave it?

i wanna ask you



and how much of it can there be, really?


not a clue
m.

forced ent.

i miss this
i miss sitting through 6 hours of quizoola
and bloody mess
chaos
it really really appeals to the non-control part