The leaves are beginning their benevolent descent and the world is calling out its shiny array of dappled lights to dangle through the fading glow of flowing branches. Let’s fall. 


happiness is overrated;

rain rain go away

pound the pulse, flip the switch, eat the letterhead and forcefeed the collective need

for the speed of sound and the drip of devlish 

egged sized eyeballs laced with nothing but sight

and the sight of flight, flying off the handle and the handle on the grip

on the hold of reality that is nothing but reality-bits assorted

in an edible arrangement. enough to be devoured. to be rehearsed and showered

with praise, adoration and rain. 

and the rain, the shine, the snow the slither of the silver sliver 

of curtains of moon

the beams of reams of reeling paper

and poetry that once meant moon.

let the rain drizzle me back to the creasing crinkle of my 

nose wrinkles. let the rain aim me straight at my straight and narrow

shallow and shady space

the one where i’m safe from the rain. the one where the rain is safe from me. for me. 

And when the morning rumble of faintly squealing fingers pulses up and down the sides of my skin…I’ll be here. I’ll be here waiting for autumn to come rushing through my branches, jolting up the spine of my leaves and trembling through the veins of my curling burnt edges. I suppose it’s time again. For the terrible two-toned descent. And the effortless beauty of crisp air and sideways sighs of the lolling wind. I suppose it’s time. 

The man, the desert, the ascent of stage lights blinding the curvature of my eyes and their lids. Mascara is beginning to cake on my lashes. 

Let’s act.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

John Green


Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.

-Stephen Colbert