I broke my bedroom mirror last night it was an accident cos it fell while I slammed my door
and I went outside to get some air and some animal dug up my dead cats grave and exposed all his bones
I don't know it feels like there's a metaphor in there somewhere

Letting go of all my things

Living
In the moment
Seeing what life brings
Living
Where you can actually hear
the birds sing
Walking in my bare feet
Not on concrete
Living
Where there is dirt streets
Where you can see the sky and earth meet
Feeling the suns heat
Living
In my one room suite
Where the animals are the elite
Raising what I eat
Using a log as my seat
Living
Where I do not have to impress
Where everyday is not a repeat
Where I do not have to compete
Evereyday feeling content and complete
Living
Where very few as walked through
Where there is trust in you
Living
Where not many have stood
Miles and miles of woods
Where living is pure and good
Living
Making things from my  hands
Knowing it will stand
Where everyday is not planned
Living
Where you can take a clean breath
Where
You can take a rest

Why in the world
we're blaming love
for being un-loved?