Last of the year.
1/31/17 11:42 pmI'm in a state of crisis, like so much of the world.
It's hard to feel like poetry and creativity have a strong part to play in the present moment.
But I want them. Selfishly, I want to keep this going. I want to have it be honest and true this year, as much as I can make it.
It's my birthday soon. I want that to be a day for joy, if it can be. For fun and maybe for seeing friends.
It's only ten minutes from now, to the number. Four and a half hours to the moment.
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the sweetness of your
mouth opening for a kiss
my heart breaks each time
It's hard to feel like poetry and creativity have a strong part to play in the present moment.
But I want them. Selfishly, I want to keep this going. I want to have it be honest and true this year, as much as I can make it.
It's my birthday soon. I want that to be a day for joy, if it can be. For fun and maybe for seeing friends.
It's only ten minutes from now, to the number. Four and a half hours to the moment.
---
the sweetness of your
mouth opening for a kiss
my heart breaks each time