just easily did something
that used to be difficult
I marvel at them at my job
endorphins flow and go and grow
I flop on the floor and think.
my mind is a bundle of notebooks and a ball of
things noticed and filed away, constantly being
written, rewritten, reread, and added to.
wire as everything connects to the big picture,
connect the dots with metal string.
they’ll never be small and delicate.
I have peaches and cream pale skin.
I have a long Grecian nose, just like my great
things I used to not like but now have accepted
to dislike them would be to tell God I think
I can’t do that, won’t do that, so I accept them
and now love that He gave me these useful
distinctive characteristics.
I have my grandpa’s and my mother’s hair,
I have my uncle’s eyes.
my brother has my grandpa’s face.
almost my entire family carries shades of the
sky and water in their eyes, except for the ones
with luscious cinnamon coffee eyes.
crazy to think how much history and lineage we
and these are just the people we know of that
how many other ancestors have features that
they shared with my family?
which is why I write about myself so much
maybe that is wrong and I should stop
oftentimes I want to record the moment,
thoughts, smells, touches,
so I can relive the feelings I had in that
track and visually see how my brain is going
if I can still make sense of the ramblings it has.
I should balance it all out.