Writing

I’ve only seen the snow once in my life, when we took a family trip to Lake Tahoe.

Duet

starting together ending together

weaving around each other's sound

adapting tuning

instinctively fitting into the tone

the way we want to do this

the contrast

played so perfectly

My favorite type of writing

is when I'm in the zone

I'm typing

no hesitations

just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile

spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals

The agony of the human race

simple creatures

snickering at my poetry 

banging their fists against their heads

stalling work

reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy

saying stupid things

If I was an octopus and was able to change what I look like at will, I think that it would be very strange. Even though it would feel strange, it would feel normal at the same time. 

In my mind

"Thanksgiving" has warped definition

twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people

it used to be a holiday of celebration;

now it's harsh and revealed and true

it's cruel and violent