my mind was as clouded as the fog while i was driving down my street to enter my driveway.

i rubbed my unshaved face, prickly like a cactus.

i braked, only to notice that i didn't want to end up at home.

i lapped the block several times while trying to come to peace with everything that was happening around me...

nope.

not this time.

we were all

stalks of corn in a corn field. we all faced each other, we had smiles as wide as the columns of dirt that separated us. we were all elegantly swaying back and forth as the wind blew, the wind would stir up hurricanes of dirt and dust, it wasn't so bad, for it was good at times cause it blew our unneeded leafs away, they'd twirl and twist out of sight and they were carried up like balloons into the atmosphere. but sometimes the winds were not fun, mother nature would force her winds upon us, and give us a rough time, she'd come at any time of day, pushing us, wrestling us to the ground, our smiles never disappeared as we'd cushion one another's fall. the sun would shine down on us, as if a blanket of warmth wrapped us up. as if a mother were tenderly wrapping her baby up. we had not a single care. and all we could do was smile at one another. that was my dream.

sometimes it's hopeless.

the moths fly back and forth the computer screen with their lightly powdered wings.

i stared off at the light posts, i noticed the solemn trees.

the cigarette burned down like a dry forest.

the fog disappears as it elegantly raps around the house.

not noticing the clock and it's numbers slip by me.

the uncertainty of things in life.

talks deeper than the ocean.

talks as shallow as tide pools.

new friends.

old dog.

new dog.

new songs.

old songs.

yerba mate.

it's come upon me.

i'll have to be patient.