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yesterday began with toil and ended with laughs. a fish shopping trip and a 50th wedding anniversary party were sandwiched between. casual disappointment for seasoning. unexpected friendship for condiment. leftover memories made for a delicious meal today.

i love making friends with those i've known for years. there's something so easy in those conversations with people i should have been friends with long ago that makes me feel so anchored and almost guilty i didn't take the time before. pleasant surprise. especially when there's no pressure to be someone you're not.

i bowled super well that last game. it must have been all that honesty in the air.


precipice

i am seventeen.
emotion incarnate; sensibility unborn.
paused beneath the lintel of responsibility,
dreaming to retreat to innocence,
impatient for freedom.

i am raw, a fledgling trying its wings
but afraid of gravity.
my mind is a sieve, assembling from the deluge
my infant persona, essence of my environment.
i am a child in adult's clothing,
aching to grow to match the framework provided,
painfully aware only time or a miracle will grant success.

i have opened my eyes at last,
but am waiting for the picture to focus.
consciousness is knocking,
but i have yet to open the door.
and though i know not, i feel.

ego writes me as the main character, though
i can not yet understand her.
she eludes me like the mist --
visible, intangible.

i stand suspended on the precipice of life,
eager to jump and forgetting to relish
being seventeen.

yeahhh well that was probably the first and last i'll post.

the right thing to do -- eberg
harold t. wilkins or how to wait for a very long time -- fanfarlo
sleepyhead -- passion pit