I have recognized lately that I love love. I delight in watching people love each other. Mothers and daughters. Brothers. Friends. Young love, old love. I love love.
Speaking of love, the day-that-shall-not-be-named will soon be upon us. I cannot help but have an aversion to Valentine's Day. I hate it. I just plain hate it. I haven't even had bad Valentine's Day experiences, hell I haven't had ANY Valentine's Day experiences. I hate that the original intention of the day often gets lost in our attempts to fulfill expectations.
I haven't been writing lately, which is rather discouraging and frustrating to me. I figured I would reflect back to the summer when I truly was a child of the earth. My emotions were volatile and so was my writing. When it was good, it was very good. When it was wretched, well, I won't share those publicly.
I can smell you creature of the earth
Lover of Life
You make the magic of a thousand words in one glance
I'm sweat, salty
from the good work
Do a good work in me
May it imitate the magic
you have already established
Grass Grass can only grow
