SPACES part 5

sometimes when i sit, and i mean still, i start to feel my surroundings and i realize they are present. it makes me realize i dont always treat them with the respect they deserve and that despite my inconsistencies their position never wavers. they dont spend hours feeling wronged or unfulfilled or like they could have been something more. they merely exist the way they were meant to and expect nothing in return. the more still i get the more alive they become. i love you freeways ceilings night stands qtips fruit bowls faucets automobiles tshirts trees tacos tricycles toothpaste and every other inanimate object i sometimes forget are always there.

SPACES part 4

one may view walls as they view god. a witness to the mind.

SPACES part 3

"im writing an essay on spaces."
"what kind?"
"buildings, rooms."
"whats the point, exactly?"
i thought so long we both 
forgot the question.

SPACES part 2

sometimes i get scared to say certain things in certain spaces. i worry that the walls will hold my words and someday release them, slyly passing them to the person to which they were regarding. typically they are things i shouldnt say regardless.

SPACES part 1

lately i have been thinking of locations as people. today i passed a library and thought "what a space. so filled with knowledge." later i sat in a restaurant cluttered with people, booze and music and wrinkled my nose. "i just cant think!" now i lounge in my room exuding love at the space i have deemed "mine" and wonder if there is not something to be said for all spaces regardless of the connotations of the things that fill them -- books, atm machines, shrines, ones possessions. are spaces not like people, comprised of various qualities but all ultimately the same in their potential effectiveness and contribution? are they not just waiting for their chance to be recognized as great? THIS THOUGHT ENCOURAGES ME TO REGARD ALL SPACES EQUALLY. "i love you as you are." "you can be something for me."

boy at party. in tub.

L.O.V.E.