Breakfast is a Snaking Thing OR Now Its Here, Now Its Gone

Moving forward, I’ve
learned to flow with breeze and tide.
Rush and drag. Repeat.

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Breakfast is a Snaking Thing OR Now Its Here, Now Its Gone

Four Yous, Morning Rituals

I have such a big desire to carve a path for myself with regard to music, but I can’t seem to find a second step.

There are a thousand
first steps, the second eludes.
I wish I: wish.

Often I get used to things without realizing. Like this stool in my parents’ kitchen. The view is strange.

I eat breakfast here.
And watch birds and stumble some.
This stool is abyss.

Motivation is a strange thing. I don’t know if it’s a brain chemistry thing or what, but I’ve noticed that it sometimes takes me MONTHS to finally start doing something I decided MONTHS ago I should finally start doing.

Often, molasses
comes to mind. Momentum drags,
and my legs are weak.

I am so often tricked by the lure of new things. Grass is greener and all of that. Why is it that no matter how surely you know something, the validity of those feelings is always in question?

I am satisfied.
Though, shine and sparkle trick me.
I am happy here.

I am happy here. I am
happy here. I am happy.

Four Yous, Morning Rituals

Beware a Man-Child Scorned ALSO I’ll Eat Your Morning With Blueberries and Honey

I am childlike in
my self-discipline. Charming
in self-obsession.

I start sentences
with “I” almost always. I
am afraid of fear.

When confronted with
the probability of
being wrong, I rage.

Both the gluttoness
and the more fury-like state.
I am childlike out.

Beware a Man-Child Scorned ALSO I’ll Eat Your Morning With Blueberries and Honey