and counting

3:46 pm

a house is very different than a home.

bigger isn't always better.

less really is more. (richer. more potent. specialer)

and to think ALL of this is all of me. what i am and what i am not. 

what i am and what i am not. both make me.

and last night i believed my veins really were cello strings and my fingers really were piano keys and there really is the ocean in our eyes and our hearts do sit on clouds.

"the sun doesn't go down its just an illusion caused by the world spinning round" and "the heart is a resilient little muscle"

...

11:01 pm

"spare any change?"

no but would you like some food?

"thank you"

next corner:

"spare any change?"

and now i'm more depressed than i've ever been. because food shouldn't be something that people do and do not have. and clothes should be on every one's back. and shoes on every one's feet (Ashley, TOMS is perfect for you! i'm so happy!). and roofs over every one's head. and air should be called love. because it is gravity. everyone should breathe and be held together by love.

to: the men (my brothers. my fathers. my uncles. my soulfriends.) on each corner of DeLacey.