i invited a non-binary friend
on a 3-day cabin trip
and on the first, they said to me
"this has made me realize
i can't recall a time where i've been truly content.
this is the happiest i've been in a long time"
they put a hand on my shoulder
"you're a good friend"
and with that, my year was made

months go by without surprise
we work and work all the time
it's only fitting, then
that us 10 men meet
on a fateful august sunrise

adrenaline pumping and bags packed
the road is cold and unforgiving
driving through small towns
with citizen's big frowns
we finally enter the Adirondacks

overcome by beauty

the mountains hear our joyous exclamations
while the tall grass traps their appreciation

magic fills the atmosphere
rolling through the hills
extolling our wondrous thrills
our glorious cheers

as we hear the first crack of a beer

and now,
the worth of all those months of work
is heard
heard by the mountains
heard by the sky
heard by the insects,
crawling on the ground bringing life to the world

but most of all,
it's heard by each other

and our bodies fill with alc and ****
as fires are lit and stories are shared
for to drink and smoke
and laugh and joke
amongst each other

well, i'd say that's beautiful indeed

wrapped up in a two hour daydream
thinking of what the future might be
needing to tell others but neglecting,
the world doesn't need to see that part of me

remember that cute girl at the grocery store?
the one you didn't say anything to?
ok now roll that back and imagine..
because what else is there to do?

spiraling thoughts lose all purpose
can't talk to people, can't be alone
yet my happiness depends on making others happy
a skill i don't think i've yet honed

because my whole being is the epitome of empathy
if you don't care about yourself,
well, you're cared by me
such is the life of an INFP-T

'du er vakker'
is what i say,
but,
'jeg elsker deg'
is what i think

breakdowns hit in waves of two
first your car, then your mentality
ear and phone are stuck like glue
impatient, can't keep neutrality

'listen'
is an anagram
for 'silent'

fitting
how you ignored
your check engine light

it menacingly stares on your dashboard
screaming 'save me master'
but you have no remorse
'i didn't even WANT an Accord'
and you accelerate faster

you're a stupid bloke and your savings are gone
and your name's a Key & Peele joke, A-A-Ron

look at your car wincing
like a crippled crane
it's screaming desperately in pain

act now or forever take the train

pens are for notating
and also for rotating

fidgets are for spinning
and staring and grinning

poems are for writing
and thinking and rewriting

birds are distracting
and -
oh **** it's a bird!
hehe look at its wings
flapflapflapflap

hehe birds are fun :)

himalayan salt can't fight the beavers
and veruca salt can't fight the seether