all the self-help books.

all you need:

1. a big enough breath

2. no expectations

3. people to lead you

4. and a god to love you

she conquers all.

i left nothing, i forgot nothing

just a drawstring effect on a year very much worth living

eventful to say the least

and as i continue to manage small spaces,

i will keep experience micromanaged in bins

catalogued in no certain order for the next year

which will be all-so-different

in ways i cannot explain

freshman year: you are defeated.

one letter.

the aftermath of a life spent without violence

culminates in my lack of interpersonal skills with those

who i deem to be better

so i reap the rewards of a silent mouth and careful posture

learning what it is "beauty" and

"fulfillment"

your note missed my plate

but i think i am okay

because chai will taste like heaven regardless of your fitted clothing

and it will be consumed tonight inevitably

as i venture into the land of hipsterdom

so i segment my life as my body turns bronze

and you will be gone

but i think i am okay

eventually, the simple letter "i" will be enough

smokes, struts, sighs, and sings.

like puzzle pieces, they pair off like salt and pepper

blending together into a single shade of grey

as the shaker breaks

and the glass

cuts

my fingers

i smile because i am happy

but i return singing killing me softly

for mine eyes have seen thy salvation

a light to the Gentiles

i ask only this

why?

trying to believe in salt, pepper, and sand

but they

slip

through my fingers and blend into the earth

like dirt in the universe's eye

eyelids shut

to end the dream

to start the day

to put a face to the blurred people, places and pictures

alligators, bright shirts, no seasons

waking before waking

night before night

morning of my morning

set off my half-a-brain

so that i may finally see what

apparently

i have been missing this whole time