Talking to a friend today about love triangle troubles she's having. She said said of her friend,
"Why can't she understand? It hurts to look at her."
Love for a friend, love for a boyfriend, why must it take so many complicated shapes? I wondered.
We all just want happiness, to feel like we belong, to care for and be cared for.
Why must the path to a simple desire be so treacherous?
It seems to me, a world without jealousy would be a world without hate.
The situation for my friend has become
A burning from deep in her belly, an acid that eats away at her, inside out, worsening with each contact.
Love can become rage but rage is not becoming of love.

the beach

The human tapestry celebrates a hot day, by cool water

All shapes and sizes, colours and devotions

Sand stuck to gobs of sun protection,
cocoa butter sweat,
dimpled bums to elongated breasts
cigarette butts
sandy snacks 

chatter
splash 
laughter
whoosh

sun fades
it's time to go home, spent, burnt, smiling

Somedays were made for tears, for wandering in fog and trying not to fall for whisps to carry you, gone.

“I wanted to throw myself into an experience that was too big for me and learn in a way that would cost me something” A quote attributed to Jamie Zeppa in the margin on the Otesha Project Website. http://www.otesha.ca/the+project/index.en.html

My best simple advice to me:
Avoid the bad habits, they make me sad.
Embrace the good habits, they make me happy.

Coasting

Life can be a little like riding a rollercoaster: while it is supposed to be an adventure, it doesn't always work as planned. Sometimes you're stuck sideways, hoping like hell it's soon fixed, praying the seetbelt keeps you in, and thanking God you're not completely upside down!

Here
I am at
1 AM again
listening to the rain
gentle sloosh, passing cars
drip puddle drip muddle
and waiting for him
silly me
here