holding down the honk

hold the universe,
light of never.
be, be, be:
experiencing.
loving,
learning,
the UN-chapter ed book.
feeding my feelings,
parsnips and war.
fuzzy pollutants so ingested,
forged every instance of being.
sticky mud pudding,
often feels molded.
while sketching the zippers of soul.
struck by saving,
end eye's world of the beholder.
before 1987, 30" wastes,
after strip club tennis shoes.
then devoured by Pickford penguins.

internal

internal psyche or external influence?
stew the two together.
mash the grinds.
ensue the fines.
not one is seemingly better.
in the end, comprehend.
the story that i'm sayin'
night or day.
we sailed away.
cosmic mix of treasure.

something magic about being home

there's something magic about returning home. it's like digging deep to find your roots. the lost love, the old emotions. everything there, yet faded like wallpaper with time. there wont be many more years to go back to this place. it's constantly changing. it's beautiful, that's what it is. i love scottsdale, my family, the smell of spring here. hanging with my sister. the comfy couches in our living room. sipping tea. discovering the new album by angus and julia stone. it's truly something my heart needed.

i'm pursing my dream still. we all should be. giving 100% to what our thoughts, dreams wishes are. or else what does life matter? we are here, in this space. in this time. make it what you want I think.

my film is in the phoenix film festival this weekend! very excited to see everyone. a lot of old friends and family. lost love, my old short got an IMDb credit and miles is finishing the music! woot. woot can't wait. not to mention "the sprinkler" footage looks amazing!

i'm sitting at starbucks - the one i used to spend so many high school nights at, keeping my fingers crossed that martha gets to go to paris, france for this feature i just read. man it would be amazing to go with her! still hoping that boston pulls through! :).