if you do not know, you must seek

to seek is to find and to find is to want

don’t back away afraid and slighted

trust the desire and find that which you crave

what lies beyond the shadows is often what we miss

but what we miss is often what we need

so delve in, behind the bushes, and under the dust

seek what you don’t know

and trust that’s it’s what you need

a wonderful time, a beautiful life, a lovely lady, and a handful of friends

too many books to count, a record player that needs a key, a man devoted to his games, and a bucketful of pins

the pins match the wall, it tells all

no need for explanation, the thickness gives it away

the letter helps too but no one would leave her if they could figure a way

can’t stop thinking about hate and love, black and white cookies, the eclipse, coins, yin and yang, and sibilings

what an amazing day to be alive! what a wonderful planet to live on, what a great place we get to share!

how far can i get from my own head

how far do i have to run to learn to come back

what will make me turn around and finally forgive?

“how can people sit on a train and not notice each other? how can people resist the urge to connect somehow?…can people feel my eyes on them as I do theirs on me? do we all know that we’re here in this social prison system? why aren’t we more prepared to have more fun being human beings? will women ever outgrow the scars inflicted upon them by a world ruled by men? must my fantasies be stuck working overtime?…my hair looks like shit and i’m feeling embarrassed and ugly all-around.” oh jeff

my own heartbeat like a ticking hand

and my mind whirls like the clock it belongs to

dizziness creeps in but it doesn’t hurt

the blood drip down to the tips of my fingers

and my legs burn from the angle

i do not deserve this, nor do i deserve not to do it

i am being, i am life, i am real

and if i am not my own mind tells me i am so and that is plenty enough

Moses, the cow with a cross on his forehead

“I said I’d never write another poem about you, but everything is a metaphor for the way that we left each other. Birds flying south for the winter. Rivers running to the sea. The moon stuck struggling in its orbit and never really going anywhere at all. The other day a coworker asked me how you’ve been and I thought that he was joking. It took me a full minute to put it together. I’ve gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don’t know I’d still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.”

— “This Is What Baggage Looks Like” Trista Mateer (23 of 30) after Ashe Vernon  (via tristamateer)

he ran from the deer

the one stopped in the headlights and waiting for a move

curiosity behind still eyes, ears wide and ready to listen

he ran as fast as he could

his breath heavy with the cold air and sweat streaming down his face

stumbling in the strewn rocks and mud

what a life this would be if no man ran

Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

this is where i post from

sandy liang ss24 backstage ☆

today i’m reminded of when I was driving home from a friends. i had my windows down, the air was cooler as the summer sun went down. i was at a stop light and sneezed, a man idled in his car next to me. he smiled, apprehensively i began to ignore him. But then i looked back over, and he held up his tissue box in the passenger seat and asked if i needed one. In return i held up my own tissue box from the passenger seat, we both laughed, exchanged a few words, and when the light turned green we both drove ahead. Smiles still lingered on our faces as we went separate ways.

today i remembered what it was like