Hi internet.
I really love this thing we're doing. It makes me happy everyday to wake up and find it all completely new. Dirty Mirrors say not much has changed, but you and me... we see....we see that nothing.
nothing
changing into something
to be anything.

We're not the same. We got greasy while we slept, on the same pillows we've used in the past. All woven in that same old pattern. That same tight encasement patterned in shiny new braces glistening as she steps onto the high dive, at least fifteen feet overhead.  Yelling to her friends in the water her sounds become lost in the symphony of joy and experince present at the city pool. That beautiful song reverberating from the first splash of twilight into the dark. Adding melody her friends scream a little as she moves through the air. Each sounding different yet similar enough to come together in unison, cutting through the hum of being pronounced over the churn of gravity's familiar though astoundingly unique relationship with water.  To which she become a part. Integrated
through emotion
reacting to experience

Surface expanding
the lungs
once they know air
without thought
without action

being is a choice
even deeper
than I breathe.

being choices
deeper
I breathe

be choose
deeper
breathe

be chosen

Breathe
Deep.

.......................................
One Love to Dream All
All Dream to One Love

A show for sore eyes.

    We’re all here, everyone made it to the show. It was certainly harder for some than others. Many people forget who they are along the way, or perhaps it happens before they leave. And who knows where we all come from! Luckily we are all here so it doesn’t matter. Though a lot of us do really worry about it, at least in the beginning. They get to the front of one of the lines, I don’t know how many lines there are, a lot is all I can see, and they give their ticket to the door man and ask something like “Could you tell me who bought this ticket? Is there a receipt?” The door man, seeming like he’s used to dealing with this kind of situation will put his hand on the patrons back saying, “You bought the ticket man. Look around, see that crowd? You bought all the tickets man! See you inside.” Often dumbfounded some of the confused will try to get out another question, something like “well how did i get here?” or “where is this?” and of course the classic “who am I?” and as the door man faces the opposite way taking the ticket from the next person in his line they receive the hearty answer “good one, man” accompanied by a short spurt of joyous laughter. I’m sure most of them forget all about their worries once they get inside. They have every time before. We all have.