Tyler

a boy kills himself because another decided to blast a video to the ether.
a boy kills himself and his life hardly started.

that is what all of this comes to...the ability to use this information to trap another’s life, to define it for the world, to judge and evaluate it as X.

you are nothing more than this video for it is all I know about you - one of his options to live with.

and the other option was to let it all go,
give up and make these people - and the rest of us look at ourselves,

our actions, our short-sightedness,
our want of power and control over others

...and now we are left to quietly judge ourselves.

Floating

Nothing changes this sense of things
And the floating abstractions will remain floating
No common language of this I am sure.

The absence of communication
Of a want to exist - is the very reason it doesn't.
And with this I am resolved.

Back to a peace that at times falters,
teeters.
But a peace....

Language

The language of
Everything that can't be done.
It should never be as this....

direction

when the world is small and they like it...small, compact.
isnt this key. this very thing.
wonder is found in the depth for the love of a thing rather than the breadth.

they look mostly upward?
or no, left then right and bowing always while looking up?
maybe this is it.

unknown.

3:00am msgs

"It's all in your head."

....

It is.

It is.

Unknown

"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is
the wonder that's keeping the stars apart... I carry your heart, I
carry it in my heart."

Happy September 2nd

"1000 times...like galaxies in my head"

Invisibles

Tomorrow. I will stare in silence. I will smile and nod. And she will wonder what questions. I think I may not literally care. Not indifference exactly...just an air of the wind keeps blowing.

Searching faces. Something unfortunately I have always done. The Hayward snackie...he knew faces. He knew exactly what I was thinking. A friendship formed simply by use of the word, "Thank you, Sir" and the pause "You're welcome m'am...have a nice day". Simple kindness....politeness...acknowledgement.

They all get treated like crap because they're the snack guy, the bus driver, the guy responsible for emptying the trash receptacles. The power of a smile, of a nod, of sitting next to the roughneck who is hard and pissed to hell when no one else will get close.

Some can't imagine the very essence of life in these acts...and I wonder why no one cared enough to let them know.