Saw A Fireman Recycle A Monster Can Today. Sometimes It's Just The Little Things In Life That Make Me

Saw a fireman recycle a Monster can today. Sometimes it's just the little things in life that make me happy. ☺️

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

they're gutting the apartment directly below me. at 6 in the morning, i woke up to a jackhammer. my house has been shaking ever since. i can't explain what's happening to my dog. it makes us both uneasy. i work from home, i worry i'll have to ask them to pause during my meetings. the floor feels thin suddenly.

but they've been singing along to the radio. my windows are open, i hear every note. his voice lifts, baleful, in the talk-singing way that renders you purposefully flat; i can hear the smile on his face. another voice spends the whole chorus begging him to stop, laughing, saying you're fucking awful, dude. the first voice just croons louder. then they are both singing, sometimes even on-key.

i think i will forgive them for the noise and the fuss, just for now. it's a nice day out, and the sun is shining, and we are all hard at work. some of their jokes are even kind of funny. soon we will all go back to our lives. for this one little intersection we have together - upstairs, in another room, i feel myself start humming.

Trust in God (“Courage, brother!”)

COURAGE, brother! do not stumble,

Though thy path is dark as night;

There’s a star to guide the humble:

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

Let the road be long and dreary, 5

And its ending out of sight;

Foot it bravely, strong or weary;

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

Perish “policy” and cunning,

Perish all that fears the light! 10

Whether losing, whether winning,

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

Trust no forms of guilty passion,

Fiends can look like angels bright;

Trust no custom, school, or fashion, 15

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

Trust no party, Church, or faction;

Trust no leaders in the fight;

But, in every word and action,

“Trust in God, and do the right.” 20

Some will hate thee, some will love thee,

Some will flatter, some will slight;

Cease from man, and look above thee;

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

Simple rule, and safest guiding; 25

Inward peace, and inward light;

Star upon our path abiding:

“Trust in God, and do the right.”

By Norman Macleod (1812–1872)

“Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

#35 Just A Little Bit

Do you know I find beauty in your words?

I can't understand them

but I think I understand you

Just a little bit

Please 

take my hand

and know

that someone cared for a minute

or two

or longer.

I cried for you

even if you don't understand

please know I cried for you

just a little bit.

You talk about oranges

and Red Green Blue.

About fish boys and synthetic cords around your neck. 

I don't understand why you chose the symbols you wrote

But-

(I know the feeling of loneliness and inching back bit by bit, feeling like a child, until you realize you were better off with no friends if this is how they treat you.)

And-

(The wondering of 'How you can let a boy into your heart when the man you trusted so closely left you behind?')

And-

(How can you even dare to dream of a better future when this one is so horrible and cold?)

There's happiness around every corner, I don't even have to know why, to believe it. 

Every corner there is a person like you who understands me, even if it's different.

I know you understand me

Or maybe not.

But I can hope.

Just a little bit.

-my response to a writer on A03