piano solo

i sit and sink into my mundane thoughts

stuck between letters and run on sentences

(i begin to breathe. just calm and breathe)

today i realized that my life 

is what i make it and if i want to cry over the beauty

my living room fireplace brings, so be it. 

if i want to dance, silly in the rain with just socks on,

just let me. i can sit in this uncomfortable body

someone gifted me or i can study the sounds

the wind makes,

                                                it's my choice.

 poem

i feel indifferent, i don't feel anything until I explode

(but i feel it all, all the time)

    i belong in the in between. a space like Earth, but different....

the s p a c e s between words, the gap between each ripple

 a space like Earth, but different....

i can see through the murky fog and Winter mess

   "I'm feeling pretty indifferent lately"  

i whisper as i quietly lick the hydrangea 

that dresses my left hand

 

 I'm looking California

And feeling Minnesota

gahhh i love soundgarden so much. 

 

i have sung the moon
i've wept and 

picked up pieces, i find time to rejoice
underneath suckle skies
i have sung the moon 
gracious and vivacious
tarnished both
her and i 
I have sung to the moon
and here i am still 

swallowing her
sorrows 

Fiona Apple - Sessions at West 54th (Live in New York, 1997) [Full Concert]