Of Course.

Why can't I just be satisfied with what I have?
I have marshmallows, pearl bracelets, zebra print collars, beautiful friends, glorious weather and TapEx runs. And yet, I still find myself wanting more.
What a tangled web we weave.
Beautiful, but deadly.

So Shine On

The beauty of existence is one of human connection. Why do we try so hard to push away? Our hearts beat the same as the millions around us. Our tickled fantasies are the same that torture everyone.

“If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die?”

One must embrace the joy, the tears, and the mystery of physical connection. It’s that physical connection that unites us. That teases us. That fulfills us. I fall into the reoccurring lapse of self-pity and self-righteousness. We are all victims of the same weakness, the same self-condemnation. We have too few romances, too few friendships and far too much superficiality that we substitute for what is authentic. Too many online conversations substitute the need for closure and acceptance.

Don’t be afraid of what is unknown. Be afraid of losing the warm embrace of world around you.

Hold my hand and together we’ll shine.

Tell me,

did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated?


Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back to the milky way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?

Was it everything you wanted to find?

And there you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.

Finally

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will only grow louder and more dissonant in the weeks to come. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible odds; when we've been told that we're not ready, or that we shouldn't try, or that we can't, generations of Americans have responded with a simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.
Yes. We. Can.
-Barack Obama

Color Wheel

I saw a whirlwind of color.

Florescent walls and crimson cheeks. Screams of orange infused with yellow laughter. Purple and plaid. Browns and bubbles in a sea of white extremity.

I was on the skin team.
Everyone wanted to fight, but I just wanted to sing.
Techno polka dots. Bright blue oblivion.

Charcoal gray. Chaos.

The highlight? The grubbin' pistachios and Sami's pictures afterwards.

Rejuvenated

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." ~Berthold Auerbach

I'm a new soul,
I came to this strange world,
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear,
Finding myself making every possible mistake.

I'm a young soul,
In this very strange world,
Hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake.
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate.
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make.

Lust, Gorgonzola and Orange Juice

My good friends convinced me not to get a blog. So of course I did.

I find it slightly amusing that my first post is about food. I just want to express how much I enjoyed my dinner.
You don't know pizza like my pizza. There were two perfectly imperfect ovals. One with Gorgonzola, figs and glazed onions. The other, the better of the two, was a combination of blue cheese, pears and onions. No chedder cheese. No pepperoni. No marinara sauce. Just greatness with a small glass of white wine. Fucking perfection.
Next came frozen orange juice out of the can.
Then finally, a piece of the darkest chocolate imaginable. Which came from a set of small provocatively named candies. The one I chose was named Lust. How appropriate.

I don't believe in diets. I believe in embracing it all. All of the Gorgonzola, orange juice and Lust.

I love my life.