beautiful life

i looked at my older brother as he leaned to the kitchen counter.
in a daze and heightened awareness
we both knew the universe had been good to us.

... as long as youre here, i dont need to know

i like his simplicity in lyrics and notes

mom

i dont explicity speak often. but here it goes.
cancer. the first time it was a go-get-it attitude. this time around, when it came back with such a nasty attitude and vengeance it begins to ware. my efforts in researching on how to help in the fight (for cure) also magnifies the great amount of animosity and downright hatred towards this desease. a hatred towards something that is so hard to yell at. to scream at. i do not consider myself a true daily victim in even dealing with it, since i am states away from my own mother who is fighting it. i dont see her pain or despair with it... with something she has no control over.

and in the end i know ive been lucky for all that i have and have had.
heres to hope.

caccoon

the envelope the letter goes and the stamp placed perfectly on its corner. it could not be more contrived. more deliberate. like the words chosen to present within it. calculated and perfect.

 

still. the breath is heavy with uncertainty. the heart trembles with resistence. unbalance would be lethal to it and most painful.

 

curl in the thougts, curl in the magic. curl it  into the central core womb and keep it safe.