When things fall apart at the seems are when I laugh

at how fragile it all is to begin with.

A life of blocks upon shaky ground.

Which has always inspired me

to stack stones atop stones.

In the midst of the anxious stress and sure demise

there is a serenity like no other

Stacking stones, is the most calming action I have ever taken part in

and I will surely use this glorious practice on others one day.

Try it if you have never

but don’t over think.

The stones will inevitably fall,

not right away.

Maybe not for a long time.

But something will cause them to fall, 

outside forces that you cannot control

and it will be ok

because they are stones.

And it’s all the same to the stone,

stacked or misplaced and fallen

The stone will still be a stone,

there for you to stack

and restack

and push down to start over if you’d like.

Just a simple, beautiful task

that life has gifted us with.

When things are coming apart at the seems, I wish my clothes fit me a little bit better, some a little snugger, others a tad looser.

But that’s not a dilemma, just a minor concern.

I wish we were all happy and content and not stressed, right at this moment.

My talk out loud when I type sometimes, and my cat always stops what he’s doing to listen to me talk, and it’s really reassuring to me and humbling and I’m glad that he cares enough to stop what he’s doing to hear me out. 

Don’t ever try to separate a girl and her cat.

It will become livid and scratch your eyes out, it will dig its razor sharp claws into your flesh, and lick the blood from its paws. 

And her cat will hate you also. 

Of course I get frisky. It’s in my nature when I’m in nature.

I want no foreign articles in my memories of this moment.

I just feel the textures around me, and they do not feel like clothes to close me in.

They feel like frigid air and crunching leaves. 

They feel like the rough tree bark against my ass and your warm lips against my breast. 

The girl next to me watched me select this photo out of the album I made to share. She scooted away maybe to give me privacy or because she was disturbed. But I am disturbed too. What if I wanted you near me to feel your aura and you never gave me the chance. 

All shapes and all sizes 

I do this to get a rise out of you. 

And of course I had to go topless. I can’t connect as well when Im in clothes. I have to feel the vibes and the realness of life on my skin or it just isn’t fair. My mind can see, my soul can hear, my body must feel. 

Working my brain gets me going. My brain is my most sensitive part. If you can finger my brain and massage your way into my thoughts. Spark a new thought in me and make me think so hard I hurt. Think me raw. I will keep coming back Because filling me with ideas and knowledge is one of the greatest stimulations. My brain will orgasm and be reeling for next time and I couldn’t be more willing and ready. 

Dancing is a way of rewarding my body for being so orderly throughout the common day. Letting loose and escaping into myself. Music comes through my pores. Bones meld into a single elastic vine, growing flowers through my eyes. Absorbing colors, I feel them like sounds. I feel the colors. I am one with the string theory of quantum mechanics. No longer am I a solid but a fluid, vibrating and churning with the molecules around. I am compressed and stretched. I am not an I. I am nothing. Nothing that absorbs the world. Absorbs the senses. Then I dance freely. Then I am a soul gliding with other souls, but we are not lost. We are finally whole.