success..

its the little things in life.


like getting to the bus stop on time.  or waking up 3 minutes before your alarm sounds.  second glances from attractive strangers on the street. or being hungry and, actually being able to open your fridge, to find something to eat.

for the time being, at least things feel as if they're falling into place.

im learning to be somewhat content with this space.

but still things are eating me inside,

wish i could lie, and say i wont walk by

i just want to say "hi"

hows life been?

i haven't seen you since, god knows when.

& eventually one of us will realize,

our timing is off.

its hard to be on time, 

when you're too busy watching the clock 

...i still cant believe you moved down the block

hey neighbor, can i get some sugar?

i hate to admit such defeat

-weak feeling in my knees

      no idea you had such power over me

i know you felt it too

& i think i get it,

              from standing too close to you.

[blame it on the pheromones]

...

i still smoke entirely too many cigarettes.

this morning, i woke up with half a pack.

ive already cheif'd 3 while sitting watching the small faces on my tv

the morning news hardly peaks my interest

people are speaking; they're not talking to me

weatherman says "today, we'll have a high of 73"

im also guilty of sitting here,

contemplating too much.

 i'm really not trying, to bite off more then i can chew

its really hard for my path to not circle round &        about

i tend to wonder aimlessly, pondering

what i should do

when theres so many things i should scratch off my to-do

list, but it all seems like a waste of time

honestly, its not the first thing on my mind.

...

my hair is getting so long. i feel like i should cut it,

but then again...

what would i throw out of the window?

...

my landlord informed me that theres a new neighbor in his house. i had completely forgotten there was a free unit next door. my downstairs neighbors are moving too. i'm really going to miss them a lot. they're just up and moving to Brazil: just like that. she sold her car and he's putting his in storage. i was already promised the couch before they have a yard sale. i feel like i befriended them just a little too late. they're both so interesting. i hope there life turns out great. running the little yoga studio & living in the apartment above it. can you imagine? 

first time i met them, they were sitting on the front porch dreading each others hair. priceless.

...

one of these days, id like to feel rested when i wake from the nights sleep...

 hopefully.