you're letting it all ride. saves the sanity. saves the expenditure of energy. if you've learned anything it's that control isn't maneuverable. it has its own hands. sit back, relax and take a look around.

soon enough it'll be time to sleep. time to get up and do it all over again. and what pieces, what scenes will you keep nearby? that fat bulbed red head tulip? the pink blossom snowflakes that float with every breeze? the perfectness of a sunday morning run tuned into glorious strings...

the quiet breakfast table, steaming coffee aroma everywhere. spread out sunday paper with catpaws magnetically nearby. sorrow for a mother and son lying on a beach. you're wondering, is this life? or do you make a list? of places and names, of bought things? no, it's the moment something becomes clear. a hard lesson learned. the choice to go left, when you've been right all along. it's the awareness of beauty and pain everywhere, even in yourself.