Just Because

Just Because

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” – Aldous Huxley Just Because I once told a man that I am more than I was that I am just because. That man looked at me and told me that you don’t have to impress me just because. Just because people believe normality is something that people believe it should be, doesn’t mean that we should believe these things, you see? Just because society dictates society doesn’t mean that you can’t be who you need to be or whom you believe you are to be. That man looked at me and told me that I don’t have to impress him – rather I should look through the mirror and impress him, because he is the one that truly matters. Working harder to impress yourself rather than impressing others is harder. But, it’s the work that makes the hard work resonate. You are the work. Just because your mirror might be foggy, doesn’t mean you can’t wipe away the cloudiness and impress...
May

May

“A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.” – Sara Teasdale May February has disappeared and I couldn’t be happier. She was such a frigid cunt. A nasty whore who spread her legs wide opened and smothered you with her icy bitchiness. Yes, she’s gone. And I couldn’t be happier. Instead of staring at those crusty lips of hers – those white and swollen mounds of hers, I have a new meadow to saunter in. After February disappeared I wandered about for two months trying to shake her frigid grip from my memory. From time to time I could still feel her breath on my neck on my face on my ear on my spine. After I wandered about I ran into my old friend May. And I couldn’t be happier. She was everything February wasn’t. She was warm and caring and wet and inviting and she wanted you inside her. May wanted you to be with her – unlike February who always froze you out. I ran into my old friend May. And I couldn’t be...
When the Frogs Sing at Night

When the Frogs Sing at Night

“It’s great to reminisce about good memories of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today. So learning to enjoy today has two benefits: it gives me happiness right now, and it becomes a good memory later.” – George Forman When the Frogs Sing at Night When you hear the frogs sing at night you think about those times when you were young. When you hear the crickets play at night you think about those times when you were young. When you think about those times that you were young, you are reminded about the time that you are old. No matter your cognition, no matter your recognition, these memories, these dreams are the essence of your disposition. Things happen when you sit alone at night. You can travel through time. You can travel through your mind. It’s as magical as hearing the frogs sing and the crickets play. If you ever miss anyone you can see them again and go back to the time that you both fell in love with the world. If you ever miss anyone you can speak with them again and go back to the time that you both figured out the world. You can travel through time when you hear the frogs sing at night. You can travel through your mind When the crickets play at...
We are Explorers

We are Explorers

“I want every day to be life for the living, not just traipsing through it existing. I’m just interested in life and the world and exploring.” – Queen Latifah We are Explorers My fingertips look at the peaks and valleys in your skin and a giggle hits my teeth and falls over my mouth as a teardrop trickles over my eyelid. The droplet was happy. It was wet. It laughed and danced and sang as it slid down my cheek over my chin and then onto my chest. Your fingertips play in the puddle that my eye rain had created. You splash and jump in the puddle and wipe away the happiness from my chest. The morning frolic has you overcome with joy and you cannot control yourself so you take your lips and open my lips with them and rescue my tongue from my mouth. My skin gets the same peaks and valleys that your skin has but your fingertips know this. They explore them like any explorer would. I explore yours. Today, in the rain, we are...
She Was the World’s

She Was the World’s

“The purpose of our lives is to be happy.” – Dalai Lama A sweet droplet falls from the sky. It falls and falls, a child wonders why. Her curious eye reflects the tiny bead. Her iris contracts, showing her more than she’ll ever need. She continues to look to the sky, her heavy head swiveling here and there. Where did this come from? She looked around everywhere. Another droplet, heavier than the first lands on her arm. She looks to mom with eyes wide, she giggles as she knew it meant no harm. Another drop another giggle. It was pleasant and warm. The sweet droplets were multiplying, they were beginning to swarm. Her eyes grew bright as her pig tails flew. She jumped with all her might and her innocent grin grew. Her socks drank the water as her feet crashed down. She bent at the waist to look at leaf that had drown. She picked it up and held it in her hand. She smiled, as she was the happiest girl in the land. The leaf was hers and she was the world’s. Playing in the rain, she was the happiest, little...