a song for you.

calliope

ladies confectionary

conjure spring

existence didn't make sense then. i tried to drink it away. at some point it all became too much. then i was living under the stairs. the bottom of the stairs with painted stars. i was going crazy as they say but i never came back. and i was crazy before then too. but sober i can see it all became too much too for us all, the humanity of which i'm apart, too much. but we keep pretending, knowing and alone in alone knowledge. saying to ourselves, reality is subjective, naturally we are alone.

he is one of the ones, crystallized, his name is written in the stars we can't see, the ones you might see under the stairs when you close your eyes and float through space.

i made part of it up, but it's part of me now, and that's all.

i threw away pride

and got old.

it came back.

it ain't true what they say is lies

but there is light under the ice in caves.

the lonely place of gulls

nobody ever gets to know anybody. but that's too sad. we say, i knew him well, i'd like to get to know him, he was fundamentally unknowable.

even for a while.

poste carte, poste restante

questioning need

nevertheless i am ever so satisfied with my world for i made it the way i like it the way it is.

satisfied!

see if it even suits you.

ship of stillness

the dead chattering like birds.

there's the kind that stays but never settles.

there's the buyers and them that get bought and there's the ones that don't belong any place at all.

today the light remained distant. it just lay there on the horizon all day.

water calliope

what people say about don't mean much

won't be fooled again.

wild things leave. but we are domesticated animals.