this is because lj said so.
trying:
to be happy
seaglass
to feel safe in my own skin
a collage of arms around in a circle
sunglasses i won’t ruin
colors, the past and the future
safety in bits
between rooms of blue and gray
or should i call them boxes
less should
less negative
less i don’t want more i do love
what i already have
more art
doing art
watching/listening/reading art and just being in awe and just letting it fill me like sunset down the throat not worried or jealous or rushing just happy
sunset again at the top of masada
the ocean to stay like pretty child believing eyes
stop the hurt
stop the shame, guilt, terror
dream
then wake up and follow them
feel right, like i’m doing the right thing, being the right thing, that my body is safe and all right. preferably get validation from outside but yuck that’s gross i don’t want to need it
and maybe i don’t want it even
a new tablet to animate
to animate — bring things to life — who wouldn’t want to do that? and no, mom, i don’t yet know what form that comes in, because music can breathe life words can breathe life pictures unpictures all kinds of breathing of life can and none of us can breathe life like chlorophyll/god/G/s but
the human thing
to rest on a soft cushioned place in sun or maybe a little forest pocket carved out just for your childhood whims
reading with a cat in your lap
and being only here and there but not over there
and happy. mostly to be happy.