Which is harder?
But they are the same.
You, a gull…
Who’s perturbed. Who scavenging.
In the equality of December, my favorite kind,
When you say goodbye and we end up walking the same way.
Path shared. Bump. Worth it.
You hurt me when you’re trying, but,
Life greater than longing,
Love greater than nostalgia, desire,
Art more magnificent than mysticism.
Releasing only to find the need new again, anew again.
We don’t always want to make sense,
We don’t always.
We always want,
We always want to.
What do you want to do today?
My father called me ‘Star’,
I learned why,
Light years later.