connected by the same vessels,
eulogy is parallel to musing
within the context of funerals.
on an average day, an open-endedness
is where you are headed.
the framework is a little confusing.
why am I writing about this now?
go somewhere and write about it.
why am I exploring this now?
a genuine quest - who are you?
two models of beauty and the possibility of humor.
are you scared of it?
one of the best insults is a joke.
reach for the easiest word and use it.
we have to see your eyes, your eyelashes, your lips.
realization: you don't have to answer to insults.
yes, I did completely ruin this process.
and it will be handed down from mother to daughter.
thank you, inner turmoil.
nothingness can be overwhelming,
but set up your point of view.
you are bit at ease in the world,
which is a reflection of you in the deprived landscape.
interspersing of really sensitive moments
with mundane bar troubles.
ambivalent aesthetic sensibility is fine.
finding out in a public atmosphere that people actually care about you.
but you're giving it away, looking at the landscape, trying to fall in love with it.
this is not a linear narrative.
why am I asking this question now?