Brains!

From March 3
My skin is wet. I want it to be thin like silk and to slowly let the water drip through. In between the storms I live to let the wind blow my hair in all directions. I think of where it came from and I want to go to those places some day. The flowers in the trees are like white plastic spoons. I dream that last night it snowed on just those threes.

There’s a strange feeling I get when I think about the separation. The growing canyon between myself and old and new friends I have. It seems everyday I am letting them slip away even though I don’t mean for it to happen of course. It’s just happening because of the different things we do and places we are in both physically and mentally.

Really truly I don’t know whom I will know in the future. It’s had to think of a scenario that James would not be in or that I would not wish him to in. Seems he wriggles his way into my dreams so that he were so close to me as to be my hand or spine.

Continued (today)...
Sometimes in the dark times I wonder if something’s are squished. I wonder if I am the grapefruit I push on to the juicer. Vital life is being squeezed out leaving the empty skin hallowed. But I am happy, there is no way getting around it. When I feel sad the stregnth of the feeling is never too strong to push me over into pools I once squabbled in. There seems to always be a hand reaching down through the shimmering light of the lantern. I never stray to far from it's safety and it always rescues me, always...