i get the feeling i'm lying on my back staring up at slow clouds but i'm really typing on my friends computer in the dark after midnight with her asleep next to me. i want to do something. but not enough. i'd rather let her sleep while i dribble out something onto this site.
life is treating me just like it should. i feel good. and that's just about all there is to say about that.
goodnight, moon.

i get the feeling i'm lying on my back staring up at slow clouds but i'm really typing on my friends computer in the dark after midnight with her asleep next to me. i want to do something. but not enough. i'd rather let her sleep while i dribble out something onto this site.
life is treating me just like it should. i feel good. and that's just about all there is to say about that.
goodnight, moon.

drops of silence
falling between me and you
fill me up past the little plastic
line that says 'limit'
they drip from our still open mouths
loose tongues that forgot what they
were saying

we're swimming now
splashing around in what
we have created
i let out my air and
sink to the bottom
bubbles float up past my
eyes and i watch them hit
the surface burst

the sun still reaches down
here in this silent place
and bands of light
lie across your body

we're weightless now--all is
we could pick up anything--
and we will
let's turn sideways now
and twist through our silence
feel it slide past our bodies
as deep as we go

i feel welcome to this place. and i am not worried, not about anything. they can't hurt me. i do not identify with their confusion of this place, of this time. they say this is it. they are an animal in a cage and can't see the open door for the bars in their face and they won't turn around because the zoo keeper is waving a treat just outside the cage and they know they can't reach it but they try anyway and i'm just walking out the door. it's been open the whole time.

that was odd. i feel languid, and nothing is hard. nothing is easy, don't get me wrong, but they're scared because everyone told them not to, and they are victims of this reverse psychology and i am waiting in the room outside looking through the one way glass into the interrogation room. but i'm walking away now. i have better things to do with my mind.

and i have discovered not the answer to the problem, but that no problem ever existed. i will not wave my wounds, my scars with pride, as proof. my suffering is not my virtue. do not expect me to sit and complain, i will not take injustice as the norm, i am not propelled by the thought of the next time i can share with others my pain. i will not pretend to suffer so i can have something to talk about.

is this to be naive? am i innocent of the ways of this world? i do not think so. criticize me, if you will. you opinion does not touch me. scorn me, if you will, as a child. i will not pay you the compliment of formulating an opinion about you.

now that that's out of the way. but it was never in the way.
they have been lying to you, didn't you know?