the labyrinth

inward can only be seen so far for sometimes i get lost in the labyrinth i build for myself in the end it all returns back to me for what is mine shall never miss me and sometimes just sometimes that is me -aw

scattered about

the little pieces scatter a subway hand to hold the cold railing of a patio bar sounds of the city mixed together like concrete how wonderful we all are as a community, with unity, united with our little pieces of us scattered about -aw

supper time tales

tales told at supper time are of pure magic to me tell me the stories of your life hearing songs of a past i can only imagine a fantasy of a world that once existed within our very midst what once was and may never be again -aw

when dreams come to me

when dreams come to me when it’s quiet and comfortable melancholy, cozy, familiar how i wish for different for how much i love this i know change is inevitable -aw

dance and worry

in dreams i dance and worry in wake i tarry and worry to what realm do I owe the pleasure of existing except that of my own mind we can’t control anything except our state of mind -aw

coffee shop crush

catching glances like they’re drops of rain part of a story i’d otherwise never hear crossing winding paths with strangers a little mix of whimsy and serendipity the odds of us both making it here today are astronomical, to put it plainly how did your path meet mine in this place a coffee shop crush to stay -aw

fidgety feelings

fidgety feelings oh how you plague me shuffling and moving and thinking one cascades into another, like tidal waves the calm comes from within i’m told something cultivated not pursued we create the things worth experiencing it’s within us, all of us, no? -aw

the noise

a dash of optimism followed by a double shot of realism where am I in this noise how do I find my way back to me everything is so serious and then so unserious at the same time nothing is as plain as it seems yet, you’d be surprised -aw

only wishing

shots of this, a spritz of that concoctions and potions sweet tangents and melodies to riff off taking us near and far within a moments time but are you here? is it just a momentary escape? these moments bring us meaning only wishing to be in this present with you -aw

grace upon your face

the sweetest smile that graces someones face makes all thd difference in a world like todays the glimmer of hope truly precious moments to be captured and forgotten magic, all in a days time -aw

breadcrumbs

to be lost and wandering only to the found again one day rediscovering yourself is a maze yet there are ways to find yourself through some days it’s not as clear what to say, or what to do only little inklings, breadcrumbs leading you back to yourself -aw

june

the blistering heat of summer beaming down on us flooding us with vitamin D and memories alike mentally residing in fond memories a june of a youth’s past homebound, ice cream, seventy degrees fleeting feelings hum all around -aw

hanging on for dear

commotion and energy, colliding and surfacing humans hanging on every last drop and fragrance empty chairs and signs of life a ghost of conversations past the face of someone I once knew in another life smile warm to the touch inside of us like hello fellow being i’m just happy you exist yet someone always leaves me leaves me attached, wanting wanting that connection, hanging on hanging on for dear, life

just like me

hello friend you’re just like me huh trapped in these thought spirals day after day, minute by minute one second you’re here the next you’re gone in some other world dissimilar from our own the 1-2-3s, the counting, the noting it can all help but befriend that loud voice the one that carries you away a certain mystical sense about it like when? or how? or even, why? be kind, my mind

dreamers and doers

can the dreamer, do? sitting idly by consumed by thoughts of a future one that may or may not happen does the doer, dream? one living in the moment being a part of this existence one assumes there must be dreams -aw

one big practice

change and change, letting go it’s a lot to manage if managed in detail but life is change it’s one big practice of letting go what is meant to be will find you what misses you, was meant to these paths and timelines will play out as needed -aw

magic we possess

what does this existence beg of me the gifts I feel inside what little magic I know I possess that we possess -aw

a critic and an observer

my critic and my observer the loud one and the quiet one like an elephant in a room there’s no existence without it no feelings without both of them -aw

bring us back to us

not a writers block just a block not feeling like myself some sort of block any ways but what do we do when we’re in a funk what kinds of things help bring us back to ourselves -aw

taught me to swim

lost in a sea of thought they swirl and swirl consuming and drowning me at times a bit much yet I’ve learned what once drowned me has taught me to swim to always be growing, changing -aw

our own debt

what exists between the hours of waking and the hours that I sleep again a managing of checklists and to-dos but where am I? am I there too? these simple things we oft forget is that our presence and being shall never be in our own debt -aw

the winding road

no one mentions how lonely the winding road is familiar faces and sounds so close, yet so far away one that must pave their own path must endure the trouble of lonliness a gripping isolation within a journey forgetting all assumptions once held -aw

here i wait

I sit and wait for these bubbles of fury emotions and feelings, thoughts ablaze here I wait their arrival is inevitable so why resist? it may only persist so I wait and observe -aw

cloudwatcher

let the feelings hit notice them, free them for what are we if not masters of our own minds? these thoughts can feast let them be see them arrive and float off like a jubilant cloud -aw

attention

beautiful things don’t ask for attention a moose grazing through a meadow the silent swaying of alpine thicket high above let the silence ring, notice its presence -aw