summers coming,suns coming out--time to rethink and rearrange myself

i rarely put my gloves on-let alone know i'm walking into the ring.

 its just the worse of me
needing the best of you

i think i'm having an epiphany
but tomorrow it'll kill me
and i'll drown


 myself
don't throw me anything


i'll think (you're not going to help me?)


don't do it.
i'll do it,just let me do it,
i can do it on my own

cosmic love,f+tm

Music is always there for me.

A favorite sonnet

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Another goal.

Take yourself out of the equation.