take that, realsits.

Summer Romance,
take me away.  We may be on the verge of an economic depression,
and things aren't going to get easier right now,
but i think i'll be better for the bohemianism.

looking at the city lights from the top of a building doesn't cost anything.
we as humans have managed to recreate the night sky on earth,
and most of us won't even stop to consider what constellations
now walk among us. 

it's only february, but almost march, and i'm 19,
marching relentlessly towards my death but i still have
so much to see along the way.

i know i have options
and i know some of them are mutually exclusive
and that is what frightens me.

i'm a terrible procrastinator,
if i were god, it would have taken me several weeks to
make the universe because i would have been too busy playing in the
parts i had finished to add the details.

but of course, the beauty is in the details,
humanity is one giant contradiction,
or heads and our hearts constantly battle for supremacy,
and we're not sure if we want power or security.
but we won't stop being dynamic.  everything we do
carries itself through space, ricocheting from treetops, singing
in the wind between mountaintops, making craters on mars,
makingan old woman with canyons in her face laugh.

i dreamt last night that there was  man on a tightrope carrying a skyscraper on his back.
my friends and perhaps a future love were lying on a blanket watching him fall,
get back up, and try again.

a picnic basket, a blanket, grass, and eyes were all we needed to be content.

and i see collapse on the horizon, but i'm willing to pick up the pieces,
we as humans are used to that.  perseverance s the only virtue, optimism is it's optional
cousin. i'm going to stand on top of a skyscraper and just observe.  millions of people have touched me, or that building,

we are one marching
culminaton-snowball rolling towards beauty, moving towards
whatever our
end may be.

but it won't be a disapointment, that's for sure.