Tuesday, November 15, 2011

time is a butterfly

time
where is it?
where did it go?
who has it?

did you use it for something? what? what did you use it for? was it for something good? who, what, where, when, why, how? see, hear, touch, taste, smell, perceive? what will last forever? might you last forever? forever...foreeeveerr...it sounds like a ghost song.

what does forever care about? does it prefer still waters or stormy ones? does forever get bored?

i have time. i have a forever. everyone does. everyone. everyone does. how do i choose to use it?

i need to be the best me i can be. the time is now and forever.

Friday, November 11, 2011

hold up the mirror and say:

and if you give me a break,
give me a break,
give me a break,
you will see that it will be worth it
to me,
to we,
you'll see

believe in me
like carrots and peas
they're completely different
but they make everything work
so beautifully
complementarily
harmonically
or harmoniously


be born again,
little baby

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...a scared, scary, excitable, hyperbolic, friendly puppy of a girl who is moral and moralistic, puritanical, yet experimental and very curious, ontologically-overwhelmed...a life dilettante with hungry kaleidoscope eyes whose favorite facial expression is "I see you" and wants everyone to love her (even those people who, much to her dismay, get cheap thrills from using shock value as a way to try to get people's attention or to just purely annoy or disgust)...who makes her world statement mostly as a hard-core ethical, lifestyle compassion activist of this, our cosmic consciousness...who perpetually dreams and wishes circles around herself and as a result may, in fact, never actually grow up...thanks Mom and Dad.