Remember

Oh, my! Oh, my, my. Always forgetting what you know, Celeste. Losing your Zen, forgetting to slow down, forgetting to enjoy the moments for the moments. Forgetting to feel the goodness all around you. Oh how things come and go in this life, including my peace of mind, but when I get it back again, how sweet it is. Today I worked hard at crossfit, but on my drive home, I couldn't help still having the urge to run. It was such a beautiful day! I decided on a quick jog, just to enjoy this morning. As soon as I stepped outside, I took a deep breath. I began reeling from the morning's air; it smelled and felt like Heaven. I smiled so big that I started laughing. Everything felt so right and I felt so happy. It is OK to forget. We are only human. The machine sucks us in and we get lost. But as long as you remember - REMEMBER - what you've always known, everything will be as it is; Imperfectly Perfect.

Moonlight

Sometimes, what we envision in the moonlight, by the morning can't exist.

Iron and Oxygen

PRRROOOOB - LEM. Problem. When I start looking at my "problems", I talk them into dissolution. Clearly the antithesis of a solution, and I don't know if this strategy is good or bad, but Fuck our first world problems. Who needs them. Dissolute them. So I discovered that PMS serves a very important mind enlightening function for the atypical XX-er such as myself. First of all, the dreams become even more bananas than usual. Which I would say is a positive, but it really isn't when you're dreaming of spitting up blood, and not by yourself; I'm in a house full of people spitting up blood. What the fuck does that mean? According to the interwebs (which are like the spider webs in your brain, except this brain is a machine and the web isn't made of silk- think about it), it means I am suffering deep emotional stress. Well gee, who isn't? Thanks Mr. Google, you're a mother fuckin magician, with your automagic answers, gift wrapped in HTML, for our eager little minds to rip open. If I said what I was really thinking even 50% of the time, I wonder what would happen. This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

The Stars

The telescope was sitting on top of the wooden radiator cover. We looked through the lens and out my wrought iron window, into the western side of the sky, at the stars and the darkness of space. I thought about the space being occupied by that which I could not see. I squinted and sighed. You must have felt my frustration because you smiled at me in that knowing way.

It was seven years ago on Sunday that you died. But that night, in my dream, you looked at me and said; the Stars do not know anything about Astronomy.

I will never truly understand this world, and its orbit in which we spin. Although, I do believe that we have every answer that we will ever need, inside.