"shut up i am dreaming of places where lovers have wings"

I like listening to music, I like fighting the urge to sleep, I like the feeling of victory in the battles vs. me, I like going on dates with me, myself, and i (three's company!), I like my friends in the daytime, and I like my friends in the nighttime, I am not sure how much I like the ones who are only suited for the latter, I like eating food I've never eaten before;

Things are strange after midnight, like the sound of knuckles rapping against a door (scary), or the sound of a gentle knocking (hi, who might that be?), i like the sound of laughter when i'm walking home from the library, i like when I almost fall when I'm skating and I like the feeling of victory in the battles for balance, I like it, I like it!

(Oceans never listen to us anyway!)

I feel silly, poetry is silly sometimes, who do we think we are?

*plans for this weekend include sleep, and lots of it.........

[Snippets from great conversations]

Experienced vicariously:

"There are no guarantees, no control, no safety when it comes to the heart. Go for it. Love today. Whether or not its here tomorrow or not. Love is different than being foolish, you know the difference. Be bold! Love! Give! Don't hold back! A broken heart can heal but you can never assuage regret."

Grappling a bit, recently -
listening to me more than usual,
and Him,
and both are saying,
that my soul should be at rest -
which I think it is, now -
and that love will come when it does,
and that Love is already here.
I may walk slower now,
a bit warier, a bit wearier,
but I am walking -
and that's what counts.

just breathin

1, 2, 3, fresh air in --
a flutter of wings/
the clouds parting/
my heart bursting/
best friends' eyes/
hands held/
stretching/
grass blades leaning/
your arms/
first time talking/
sunbeams screaming/
a small step forward --
Out --
makeshift metals quiet/
dirt paths/
smoked meat/
bare feet/
yawning sky/
crispness/
slant of light/
clenched fist --
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...

sort of

I've started listening to love songs again.
I've started scribbling smiley faces in the margins.
I think it's beating
I think it's beating
I think it's beating
(If a heart beats loudly in its cavity,
I mean, a really powerful,
obnoxious, sort of >BOOM!<,
over, and over, and over,
desperately,
fiercely...
... and no one's around to hear it,
... does it still make a sound?)

crinkles

heavy lids, sore arms, great week, great friends