explain the darkness to me.

it’s dark because you are trying too hard.

»» lightly child,

»» lightly.

learn to do everything »» l i g h t l y .

yes, feel»» lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.

just  »»lightly let things happen and  »»lightly cope with them.

:: Aldous Huxley

from
island.

faq.

i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

deserving.

it sounded old

“deserve.”

(old-and-tired-and-beaten-to-death).

deserve.

—now: it seemed to him that  he-was-always-saying-or-thinking   that  he-didn’t-deserve-some-bad-luck-or-some-bad-treatment   from others.

(he’d told Guitar that he didn’t-deserve-his-family’s

“dependence,”

“hatred,”

or …

deserving.

selective serotonin

did you want to see me broken?

you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may tread me in the very dirt
but still, like dust,

i rise.

does my sassiness upset you?

why are you beset with gloom?
just ’cause i walk as if i have oil wells
pumping in my living room.

just like suns and like moons,
with the certainty of tides,
just like hopes springing high,

still i rise.

did you want to see me broken?

bowed head and lowered eyes?
shoulders falling down like teardrops,
weakened by my soulful cries?

does my sassiness upset you?

don’t take it so hard just cause i laugh [hah]
as if i got gold mines
diggin’ in my own back yard. did you want to see me broken?

inner beauty can fade, too

i picture you

i picture you leaving
your coat on the hood.
wallet and keys.
the crisp envelope. 

we all know what it’s like
to imagine the thing—
how glaring
and suddenly close 

the tools are
if you need them:
a stoplight, a prescription.
a few feet of rope.

or that joke of a pistol
you chose at the pawnshop
and loaded, and unloaded,
and cleaned, i picture you