shhhhhhhhh

there is this thing in life, that makes sense when you find it.

until then, rhyme makes no reason and reason inhabits the same realm as the most slothful lies. there's something about that one thing... that one thing that makes you hurt so good that you feel bad. that slice of lemon you find in your ice tea that bites your cornea; that hand holding your hair back when your fucking barfing your brains out; that calm breeze when you realize your dreams are about to come true, but the breeze is too light so you end up losing anyway.

i have one thing. this thing involves me getting something done about the many pits and storms that block the trails of my life in such strange ways. if i should try to tell you about my one hitch, i would say that it goes something to the tune of this…

  “problem is, this thing is a huge problem… one that smells the way trash does on a hot day:
familiar, fermenting, filled with flaccid memories of the very recent past. this is a rocky analogy, I understand that. here in lies the quandary: good comes with bad and i really don’t want to loose my good when i rid myself of the bad. i can lose a little bad while simultaneously maintaining and nourishing the good. however, a point of hesitation is destine and i know i want to hold on, but i know i have to let go. if i want this time, i need to think about how time will stand for me.

waste is only the remnants of what once filled one with sustenance.”

 Alright,  there it is.