i stood on large rock
someone asked me for small help
i weakly chose no

Recently I came to the conclusion that our body's are perfect, it's taken a long time!
The fact is we are all truly beautiful and diverse in shape and size.
I no longer look at the symmetry; lips, forehead, broad or narrow faces, chins, noses, jaw, eyes, cheekbones, how clear and smooth is the skin; how tall or small the frame.

I've come to realise that over time, these comparisons are a form of physical nostalgia; just a combination of shapes reminiscent of the many people we have loved or admired throughout our lives, and that our body image has become a measure of our perception of our physical self, our feelings, our positively and our desires.

I've come to the conclusion that all vessels embody the beauty of the individuals they carry; because everybody is both body and soul.

I believe that there is someone for everyone,
But it's keeping that someone that is hard,
Stay conscious about them,
Communicate with them,
Think of them first, and sometimes second,
Enjoy your time with them,
Don't push your negativity on them unless welcomed too,
These are simple things that many aren't able to do nowadays,
I've seen it everywhere,
I've done it before,
Simple things have a large outcome and effect on yourself and others,
Remember the simple things.
And always remember.
There is somebody for you,
You just have to work for it,
Work, to keep them in your life.

Afraid to stagnate
Be written off predictably
Mellow down and sediment
Achieve a boring froth-less configuration
Dull and centrifuged

Give me the possibility to shake things up
Throw the wind to caution
Break the bonds sitting comfortably smug
And allow for frisky new molecules
To bounce in the slop that is joie de vivre!

slow deer walk on snow
brown on white
large and little

When did numbers lose meaning?
When fifty-thousand started feeling small and
two million start feeling just right-
when one million is just the start and
infinity is the cusp of the end
the rim of a glass
too deep to drink yourself out of.

When did 10 feel small?
When we’re told at age 9 that
there’s numbers far greater than just “ten”
one-hundred, one-thousand, one hundred thousand,
the list goes on and on
so maybe that’s why 10 feels
wrong.

When did numbers lose meaning?
Perhaps it was the moment
when we grow past single digits
learn of the world and its numbers;
crunched under the weight of
a billion numbered souls.