after noon I find tumblr amid fall sunlight
silence in my apartment; air thick with potential
the drone of the fan in my computer
Despair has had her lunch; filling me and leaving me empty
how disappointing is all I can think
a neo-esque sense of the wrongness of this reality occupying my mind entirely
I find tumblr in the morning
orange light illuminating my roof deck
post after post
like living in this city of so many
the surface plays well; it infects my mind
I’m missing the cosmic joke; I know
despair stretching her arms and legs; hair askew
Ray LaMontagne — New York City’s Killing Me
A bee comes to Walthamstow
I used to fly in my dreams. The method of taking off would vary. Most times I would run and then jump, then jump higher and higher until I was airborne. I would soar drifting up and up. I would float in ever higher circles like a Raptor on the currents of air. Waves of chills shooting down my spine.
I know now the key component to all my flying was not thinking about it. To not focus on what I knew couldn’t be done. Once I was flying I had to allow it to be; without questioning it. My logical mind making way for my ecstatic one.
the best part of waking up…espresso mutha #@$!
