One of mystery boxes adulthood gifts is Space for Failure. Some kids are never allowed that. I suggest we open the gift and take conscientious advantage of that vast space that accepts our fails, allows for that manic dance, the bitter experience, the discovery of freedom. And the chance to grow even taller.

When no one understands

you remember

every path is a path

Took you a life

to get where you are

I'm grateful for you

being you

so I can be

me 

Let's be osculable

by the magic of us

Catered tea party,

then Blues for the Orient

that spinach cake

a children's book

an empty house

I must have stepped

into someone else's life

just for a day

How fun!

I do my best to accept

and work on my issues

But some days it's easier

to kill him

And so I do

He's died many deaths before

But when a day like this

suddenly rushes in

full of golden light

even in a state of being triggered

I let him live

(As my greatest teacher)

I used to get into the car and think

today, it could be over

just one quick moment

and hell no more

 

Here I am still, now all on my own

I might be tired, can't tell a shoe

from my own needs

but those thoughts are gone

 

Don't let it get to you, you hear

come draw with me

and every morning dance your name

We'll dedicate it all... to life