codependency

it's keeping in touch.
it's knowing what's up.
it's making the love.

it's bringing it all together.
it's keeping me sane.
it's probably harmful,
but it's making me happy.


god damn it.

it's been years since we were born.

i've been watching the clock
go round for hours
i don't know which is more
painful--trying to fathom
the length of eternity or knowing
that you feel so completely alone.

i'm sorry.

reunions.

ah, bless. as they say.


if i weren't too tired to think, i would praise the simplistic joy i feel in bringing people together.

fucking right, dude. fucking right.

deception.

it's an awful role to play.

in contrast to my everyday,
i don't seem to make sense.

some people are bitches.

and i'm not one of them.

okay, i am a little.
but while the world keeps doing its thing--turning, turning and turning
i'm going to sit back.
absorb it all.
laugh at them, cry for them, wonder about them.

this life is a tragedy. here one moment, and gone the next.
it's only fair that we do what we want, say what we think.
raise our voices in opposition or in rally-cries.
it is important that we love when we love, but not to the extreme.

live just to be in it.

so it goes.

yesterday
we lost a voice. a thought-provoking, triumphant and hilarious voice.

there's nothing left to argue.
kurt vonnegut is dead.

what.

i can't help myself.
i am a total disaster.


what would i be if i were miles away from here now?