the worst place to explore the world is the couch.
parents are not easy to surprise.
less is more.
spilled chicken soup and Christmas require
a lot of furniture pushing-and-pulling
and stubbed toes.
rules are rules,
even for grown-ups.
matching words and actions
are still difficult
for adults and systems.
a child's hug is the ultimate symbol
of pure trust.
balloons are instruments of happiness.
rv's on fire
repel following cars with a thick cloud of smoke,
heavy and grey
like the dead atmosphere above a living factory.
if ever i am to have a heart attack,
it will happen on i-81
with red and blue lights dancing in my rearview mirror.
tulips evoke a simple and elegant whimsy,
like fairies.
life is not complete without a puppy to love.
sometimes a quiet evening at home is best.
with my feet propped up, of course.
even after twenty-one and a half years,
Creation still steals my breath away.
contrary to cultural assumptions,
i do not "die" when my phone hides or runs away
for a few hours.
i actually like it.
every moment is the opportunity
to empower both myself and others.
i am still a work in progress.
12/30/2012-1/5/2013
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