The fatal misfortune
I wanna run into the woods calling my name
I wanna pack up the keys to my things
I wanna run with a full mind and a clear path ahead of me
I wanna pack up the past and leave it for a cast
I wanna run away from all these great expectations
Let me fly away and hide away
Let me be chased and misplaced
Let it keep going it’s the path chosen before me
It’s not about me it’s not about you
It’s not always we but a lot of times us
It’s always sunny where the black hole has a sun
x
feeling so small held back from doing the things I love and all I keep doing is blaming myself. ik it’s not but it’s like psychological torture not even yoga set me up to understand. would just really like to go swimming and lift heavy things up and down and bang my little baby hammer and I rlly rlly rlly really wanna move my body. I do things to put my mind to sleep, how do I do that sitting on my ass all day long? Ok bye
I’m alive and I’m trying (2026)
Every day we wake up, and we try
Every moment we move, we try
Every step into our story, we try
We try to wake up, we try to love, we try to walk a thousand steps to build a story of our lives like we are alive.
Because we are
We are alive
We are finding the sunny bossanova rhymes of our times and making soup out of the waters of our minds
Why don’t we just let it all go and swim as if the iron man course map drew the dotted line right outside
And cry if you want to
And scream if you want to
And hug if you want to
But hug often and never not at all
X all I got is trying
Being alive in the Winter (February, 26)
The magic of being alive
The sparkle of living
The gift of being
What’s found is so profound
What’s understood is never waiting
What’s his is never hers
We find traitors in creators
We uncover drugs in low pulled tugs
We only lift before the unseen cliff
But where are the afters, is the sun not shining before the moon starts winding down our eyes even one more song and dance we still ignore
Move forward and live like the magic of being alive always exists
Xxxxxxxxxxxxx I misssed uuuuuuuuuuu <3
Kind is everything (December 2025)
Not to me
Not to her
Not to him
Not to us
The next trust finds a hill to lay
Play next we grind the spill to fray
Xx a shorty found in my drafts, but the magic of being alive means share everything without fault without need without worry, just breathe
I’ve found so much peace, I write December 2024
I’ve found so much peace, I write June 2025
I’ve found so much peace, I write August 2025
I’ve found so much peace, I write January 2026
But what if I told you the in between often hit hell and far between? It’s so hard to keep peace. I wish I knew why. I do know why. I wish I knew how. I do know how. But the steps to level peace forever with no breaks, I would be a coward and a runner. It’s like leaving everything I know and love behind at times seems easier than dealing with humanity and life.
Happy 100 to my deep thoughts on love, life, loving, and living.
But god bless for our singular energetic connection or else we would not be anything at all. The return to peace is the return to us and to each other. The balance is unsteady but wavering on truth and least resistance. No resistance. Just. Inner. Outer. Utmost. Peace.
I simply. Wish for peace.
Xx x 100
God I found you (1/14/26)
I found you hidden I found you deep
I found you soft and I weep
I found you there and felt bare
I found you to care even when I’m not there
I found your heart so bare in the open air
I found your touch and it was never too much
I found your eyes forever in mine
I found your stare and became your pair
I found us dancing together in the sky we share
I found us spinning as if we were already winning
I found us in bed right when we wed
I found us
XX
Sacred space has felt deeper to me than it ever has before. Peace has felt more important to me than I thought I was allowed right now. My heart has never been set on fire so loud by so many souls, from one land with the power of love and preservation of light and time. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. And I am as grateful as I possibly can be for this next year of living life. 26 never felt better and I am truly blessed honored and loud about who I am, want to be and am ready to withstand. I found a beautiful place, one my soul felt called to and one my soul knew it found home in too. Thank you for 25, I love you.
Mornings through the Woods (11, 2025)
Walking by I ask you why
Why appear with no intent to be sincere
Down the trail we find a snail
Slow down you remind me not to let the slugs slosh get wish washed while the trees are falling down
Don’t slip and skip the yearn of our return
Don’t trip and tip the hat on a private showing
But I asked what happens when the sky is falling
Does so good it’s too good remind of recycled past
What limb takes care and how high is value shared
Let it be, make it easy, forget needy
Doom filled pebbles sent an amber alert
Loud and buzzing you ignored
Nobody checks an amber alert twice
Unless it was them who missed
Unless it was there taking
Unless it was they who knew where she was
Asking to be saved as if the window was broken
But I have no escape for you to climb
I let the fires be my token
I miss every call
I choose the memory
With the wind, everything you missed will be reminded in every blown by kiss
XXX
P.s. every great art movement had a revival, but let’s not forget we’re all assholes
Sometimes I feel sad (November, 25’)
Sometimes I feel really sad,
Blue turns to black and proud turns to too loud.
Sometimes it’s black and white, we can read it alright,
But then the burns settle in, and pain kettle yells again.
Sometimes it’s too dark to make sense,
Before we even find our foot against the floors it’s only the whores that seem to score.
Embraced for impact, giddy before remorse, nothing loyal, nothing to recoil.
It burns sometimes, when all the trees lose their leaves and only sticks seem to carry winds tricks.
It hurts, it hurts to be sad when life is so glad.
It hurts t want darkness, it hurts to beg for openness, it hurts to be jaded and shaded and faded like yesterdays paper smudged and traded.
It sucks sometimes.
But I always liked lemons, sour and raw, honest and powerful.
It’s when life is too squeezed, too full of seeds, too many cuts and bruises to batter what’s unbalanced and unforgiving.
Finding the sweet lemon could be the offset, like a golden kiwi, it should exist.
Sometimes I’m sad, sometimes I crash, sometimes I last,
But today I think I’ll just go black.
X
- struggling lately, might need time offline and off human time to help me remember it’s just me, people r goo until I rely too much on their words for comfort that I lose
Swiftly (10/19/25)
As if wind became a song playing in the background of our monologue
Coddled shaking was fondly in the making
A dance of a thousand words as if toe taps were slow yaps
Chasing the chance of a crowded brown rail
Responding in syllables rolling by filling silly holes
Maybe we’re next in this game of chess
Like a slow dance his name tugs less
Between two hands that reach out for comfort
I find a man to teach pout when love hurts
Small cracks masoned a wave open for fixation
Until drowned by invasion save the queen by association
OxoXo
p.s. overdue for my face and my words on your screens, this one’s for my hair loving ladies, and a weekend I’ll remember :*
