It Just Takes Too Much Energy To Keep You Lit Up Little One. This Is Not Sustainable, Post Renewable

I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.

Bee butts, drive me nuts.

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It is written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,

any more than lovely moon - will ever meet the beach.

To gaze upon her pale shade - mirrored off the sea,

and have her waves break on the shore - for all eternity.

Eagerly I pray for tides - like the thirsty pray for drink,

to hear the music from the foam - and sea's tranquility.

I feel her pulling on my heart - with all her gravity,

a gentle language that she sends - spoken just for me.

Yet it's written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,

but when I feel her moonlit glow - I'll wait here happily.

We loved with such difficulty,

We loved with tremendous struggle,

But it was always with great pleasure.

The stains of human history

can never be erased,

only masked over until tolerable.

My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.

Her science holds up.

Idea.

If I was Burger King I'd make a better Whopper and call it The Whoppest.

A good life is lived on the half beat.

And is filled full with the absurd, and contradicts itself often.

And all our time spent is either sex and/or distractions from death.

And a lot of arguments begin with miscommunication and live on longer than they should because we make up excuses for our honor.

And money and comforts are wasted if they're not in service of big wrinkly laughs and smiles.

And is too short for me not to feel warm and rosy by the color pink or cry during good books and movies or care if other dudes think it's weird that I like Hello Kitty.

And is too long for me to hate people for loving who they love or what they believe in or when they cut in front of me at the market or lie to me about needing change for the bus but they're really buying beer, it's all okay if they come to me with a smile or positivity, because everyone deserves dignity and sometimes an asshole is an asshole and a nice person is a nice person.

it really doesn't matter to me if the earth is flat or round or that a god (or goddess) exists or doesn't exist or aliens built the pyramids because none of that stopped my step father from getting drunk and beating me or my mom and it didn't stop my mom from dying from cancer.

And seeing how free she was in old pictures, living like unapologetic wildfire, bending time and space to her terms I could finally love her as an individual and outside the context of a mother.

not being embarrassed anymore by how I look because those looks are the living history of the great women before me.

And that none of this is any kind of new revelation.

She's on my mind.

She got there through the ear canal.

She's in my heart.

I think she got there through the lungs.