Meh.

Why do things that are broken always pour out?
The pressure of contents seeking release.
This spilling response of something needing to go somewhere.
Only so much of little particles built up, can be contained behind cracked parts.

Glue, hold together, glue again.
Sit and stare at the parts.
They fit together don't they?
Not anymore. Not to me.
Missing pieces.
The fear of an eternal leak.

This gravity pushing, pulling.
Evaporation spreads it out.
Makes room for tomorrow.

Do not worry about tomorrow.
Each day has enough trouble of its own. 

Not the savior

The toilet needed cleaning because dang it, it matters.
Plaid pants and striped slipper boots, because I want to.
Red lipstick with a hoodie seen by no one, but it's pretty to me.
Chopin and oils because, people, go run your own life.
The time, a clock that disappeared from my wall.
Stop apologizing because you aren't what people want.
So what? I like the perfume that smells funny.
Perfume never saved anybody, it never will.

Interesting

Why is it that people encourage one to sleep in, on a day off?
Sleep is for the body, rest is what I need. I think.
Wouldn't you agree, that after a mental drain one would need to rest their mind?
I'm waking up early.

You didn't have to...

Thank you, sir.
Thank you for honoring beauty.
No strings attached, no awkwardness.
You leave me with my jaw dropped.
You didn't try to swing anything, no number expected.
You walk out confidently with a girl by your side,
and leave another knowing she is gorgeous.
She is honored for living and being.
By the name of Sid.
You made yourself honorable and great.
Thank you, sir. 

Jimmy is now Mama Squirrel

So I had this friend
He came to visit me when I sat under his tree
I think he liked me because I fed him French fries one day
He seemed hungry and grateful
I called him Jimmy

But today, he carried something very large in his mouth
He struggled up a tree
Pausing half way to re-grip what he held
I noticed it had a tail! Though much smaller then the previously thought "Jimmy's" tail
So she made it up the tree and then wall, struggling still
And found the little corner with her nest
A mini head peeped out with hers to look below
So I left her my corn cob and determined that I shall call her Mama Squirrel now

Coffee shop convo overheard

"...and missing two fingers, his hand gripped my back like with a claw grip! ...and pulled us apart. Then I said, I'm sorry sir, it was my fault."

Seeing north

Yes, I challenge
For the benefit of the view
The perspective
It shifts when I challenge
Do you see it too?
Why don't you see it that way?
Don't you think we're small?
Don't you want to see the meaning?
Come on.
To stay in one place
To see the world the same way forever
Wouldn't that be mundane?
What is new in staying that way?
I challenge for a new view
To stand on a skyscraper
Look to below and shout direction
In the crowd you don't know north