moon like a friend who doesn’t say much but’s always there to listen
time just spent wandering is the best time of all
sometimes there is a valid reason why something is not on the beaten path
sometimes it’s worth taking the unbeaten path just for the solitude of it
sitting on the bridge looking down and watching the water
not thinking of anything, just watching
it can be pleasantly mysterious to be a ship of undetermined origin
the less known about you the better
don’t volunteer information
pre-planning be damned, some of the best situations in my life were ones I just fell into
a happy victim of randomness
thinking back, I needed more happiness
I don’t think I got my quota
decided to stop by the old hole in the wall bookstore
for the weekly poetry reading
pass the understanding, the head nodding and the wine
after some time listening to the desperate poets
desperate to make their words heard, desperate for a little attention maybe
trying to find themselves- their place - their voice
walked outside into the freeze
red lights in the sky blinking forlornly in the darkness of a cold desolation sky
I think they’re indicative of an upcoming airport but I’m not sure
they just blink and blink and blink and don’t identify themselves
walking back to my hilltop apartment
cutting through the old cemetery across the street
from my third floor window
I can see the spirits milling about in the darkness
