Twenty Three

I've been seeing a lot of 23's lately. Sometimes they make me laugh depending on when/how/where they randomly appear. They are always like tiny checkpoints on my path. I saw two of them tonight. Either it's an exciting time or I'm delusional and just desperately trying to find confirmation of truth. Maybe a little of both. But, I'm going with it because I'm trying to pay more attention to my instincts and intuition. I've got a hunch that 2014 is going to be a good year. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Little Earthquakes

Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

These little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

Just Saying...

I'm pretty sure that the older I get, the less I know for sure. When I was younger, I "knew" everything in the mainstream was "wrong" and I wanted to rebel against it. Now, I'm not so sure... I don't feel as opinionated anymore. I think it's because I now understand people can't be as easily judged as I once believed. In fact, I try now to be as non-judgmental as possible because you can never tell from the outside what someone is enduring on the inside. I've lived the majority of my adult years trying to trust that the universe has better things in-store for me, but blind faith is also a difficult test of character.... In the end, I feel that it's just better to live and let live. Attempting to resist the natural urge to make snap judgments and thus be withheld from the same.

Night Shade

Let's go for a walk
and talk in rambling tones.
We'll sneak through the
cemetery and drink beer
on the graves. Let's lay face
up in the grass and stare
at stars. I want you to
tell me all of your what's,
where's and how's.

After you've finally
worked up the nerve
to share something
real, we'll roll on our sides
and you can brush leaves
off my shirt. Then, right
there on that grave of
Rosey May, beneath
that inky black sky,
your heart will join mine.