Can i create my own

happenstance 

out of life's uncertainty 

as a need to live

Maybe accept that I am

a subject of own will 

giving in to no reason

for anything 

Making shapeless eternity the source

of my motion

to love 

Feed me from the outside

feed me on the inside 

to complete contentment

so from this irreason

coincidences can close the circle

to my happiness

Miracles exist 

you create them

Have you forgotten

Spent the day

increasing entropy

yesterday 

Consequences today

Chilling, waiting

- These cookies are very calming. 

- I bet! Especially since you're dunking them into vodka. 

It would be humorous to expect emotional maturity from people in a time when everything is directed at emotional jerking around. Except it's true: I do expect that kind of maturity. I expect people to see through political elections, commercials, junk mail, individual immaturity and money scams. I don't know where that expectation comes from. Maybe it's soft as hope. Maybe as harsh as taking responsibility. 

Emotions are everything: materializing tools, leaves of tales, samples of understanding, wings of success. Why do we give it all away and prefer dunking it into vodka?