F

I have failed today. I didn't come up with a measly thought to put on here, except these three stinking things:

1.) When I drove home tonight, I saw on the side of the road a car pulled over by a cop. I glimpsed four teenagers inside, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was for some petty drug situation. And I thought how these people, in the car, how frantic their young minds were at that moment. And then there was me, driving by, looking on...

2.) I saw a mother with a baby girl around the age of two today. The girl would wander off, and the mother couldn't take a breath of relaxation. She was always checking on the girl as the girl satisfied her curious nature. I realized, then, just how damn powerful the love between a mother and her baby is...

3.) ---------------------
I want to be poetic.
to be sentimental.
to be held.
to be me.





I failed today.

A Shifty Night

Tonight had an odd quality to it. You know, that odd feeling where it seems everything will work out. Just work out. Everything.

It was weird. It was peaceful, tranquil, everything. The calmness seemed to have collapsed to one, single moment; the stillness seemed to have reverted to now, and now alone.


Perhaps it will all work out?

Volatile

It really bothers me when you look up a word in the dictionary and you get about 5 definitions, all that are different.

Shit!

Nappy

I just woke up from a sweet nap.

I have averaged, the past couple of days, 1.333333 naps a day.

Today, my mind weighed heavy on things before I fell asleep.

I had a lot of thoughts.

I didn't realize the transaction between the thinking and the sleeping; I felt as though, when I awoke, I was thinking the whole time in my dreams.

And I believe I was.

Heavy Steps

My dad, when he gets frustrated or angry or sad or depressed or moody or reckless or anxious, my dad, when he gets any one or combination of these things, he tromps around with a certain weight to his feet; each step is thrown down and it's heavy.

My dad, when he gets jaunty or jolly or frisky or easy-go-lucky or smiley or thoughtful or inspired, my dad, when he gets any one or combination of these things, he floats around with a certain lightness to his feet; each step is gracefully set down, and he frolics and glides.




But wait, I lied.

This doesn't describe my dad; no, no not at all-- it describes you, Trevor.

And your feet have been heavily banging against the ground a little too often lately, and they are starting to ache.

Rapture

Peppy, peppy, peppy, disgruntled, peppy, peppy, peppy!!!

Cheese sticks, bananas!

It's impossible to describe the taste of chocolate.... and shit!

Eight years old, two a.m., asleep, in a car, in the parking lot of a casino...

:}

An Ode to Someone

You are incredible.

Just look at yourself.

See? See?