nothing is set in stone
so
might as well just go with the flow
nothing is set in stone
so
might as well just go with the flow
literally
nothing
is set in stone
even stone is ephemeral
everything passes by
the sky wasn’t the sky
before there was a planet to help hold it in
and even the stars have beginnings and endings
so the rules we all have made up
for gender
for money
for even morality
nothing
nothing
nothing
is solid
we are all flowing through —
visitors to reality
let’s treat ourselves like guests
and stop trying to make our rules stick
to a place that will never ever ever have
anything
to stick to
i’d love to be a
“yes and”
find the funnest stream
go with the flow
and see whatever happens
happening
kind of person
but raising myself from the time i was
approximately 11
gave me some sort of
perfectionistic
type-a-personality
care and careful
self-preservation
overly cautious
kind of vibe constantly fighting against my
natural chaotic state
and hey
maybe it’s the opposite
maybe my natural state is more type-a
and the immediacy of seeing how
life is fleeting
gave me the drive to try to
induce chaos and joy in my life
but whichever way the truth lies
the sentiment still stands:
i have one part of me in chaos
and one part of me trying for strict alignment
and the two parts are forever fighting
inside my mind/my heart/my body/my soul
and rather than tempering each to a
reasonable level, they simply
stop
all action in either direction
and so i am neither cautious nor chaotic
i am simply
stuck.
uncertainty
turned excitement
turned apprehension
turned…who knows
at least i’m still in
‘go with the flow’
mode.
~~~
the rain pouring
feels apocalyptic
though no such apocalypse has yet to take hold onto a whole nation
just whole communities,
whole cities,
whole states…
[or are we simply feeling immune
because our whole country
is so damn huge?]
~~~
quick and dirty
morning poems
so i have time
to get quick clean
before heading out
not away from the storm
but deeper into
(solely for the sake
of dogs
and nature
and family)