these cupboards never wanted to be cupboards.

they were trees before we came around...

happy ones at that.





why am I okay with that?

The morning is gone
the afternoon is hurtling toward the present.

And all I feel the need to do is stare at the ceiling.

It's not sadness or boredom
Nor is it apathy or a lack of appreciation for the time allotted to me.

I'm just so pleased with the way the sun moves slowly across my dresser in the corner.

Is this enlightenment?

'I need focus.' He said standing one footed on the chair with his third four finger scotch swishing lightly in his outstretched hand.

'Why is it I feel inspired when I'm inebriated?'

I paused. I knew there was more.
There's always  more.

'I mean, it's like when I'm without inhibitions,
it's easier to think I'm doing this right.'

'What you need is a lack of inhibitions.'

He put his other foot down and turned to face me watching him curiously from across the dining room.
He seemed shocked to see me. Like he thought he was alone in the room.
But relieved to see I was speaking to him again.

And content to listen for a time.

'It's not like it's a bad thing..
Getting silly faced is just an easy way to get your focus reined in by forcing those inhibitions to leave through chemical intervention.'

His shoulders slumped a little. 'But we both know what taking the easy way gets us.'

I nodded with encouragement. He figured it out.

He seemed relaxed to see I had affection for him again. He lifted his face to look into the mirror beside him and locked eyes with me.

He saw him. He saw he was I.

Better still, I saw myself. And I smiled at my own drunken reflection.

I met you and the feeling was immediate.

It won't be easy to forget you.

I've got a funny habit of falling in love with people like you within minutes of knowing them.

And you're looking at me like you wish I knew what was on your mind. But there's no way I could know for sure and I'm not like other guys who will go out on a limb and call you out like "so what's your number?"

If you've got something on your mind, that is up to you to say.

Otherwise I would appreciate it if you just treated me like you did the last guy to come around and interrupt our conversation JUST because you're beautiful.

I'm not going to ask you for your number.

Just treat me like one and stop making me want to ask you.

So I won't have to spend all night trying to forget about you.

This galaxy I think I know
My body's in the village though
I will not see me stopping here
To watch my hair and flesh grow old

My little brain must think it queer
That I am there but also here
Between the stars and dust and rays
The darkest places are not to be feared

My body cries and starts to shake
It needs to know I won't forsake
The vessel in dimensions, three
With bones and blood and hands and face

This place is lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep