So here comes something that wants to come out and there will more than this singular thing...definetly ...many other little heads are just waiting for their space in the spotlight of the attention of my brain. And typically I will write and it will be erased, and forgotten, but, I want to hold it, here...

What that here is is kind of a mystery,

but,

how else to get to know the area than staying...


Staying.
Sitting.
Here
not moving,
or, trying to and not to
display images of some sort of pompus graduated profound life,
or lighten upon the world like a pink helium ballon.

I love singing Pump up the Jam after sucking in helium.

And here we are.

So,
here
is a something.
Something that feels like akwardly portioned puzzle peices putting parts of their peices together.
After the peices fall I may want to sit and be happy with what seems to be completing one of the windows of the Eiffel Tower...
 I enjoy the feeling of warm sun in the window.

If  human interactions were as tedious as putting together a 99 cent puzzle
(because its really not a dollar yet, I swear to Jesus)
together of some scenic beach scene, or perhaps of the White House, then I'd have to kindly ask for my money back
even if I can perhaps afford the one cent from a dollar which is probably 1.07 with tax.

I'd allow some room for consideration if it somehow involved dinosaurs eating ice cream in front of the white house on a beach scene. And who said brian synapses aren't delicious?

Yet and here...
With every connection
there seems to lie only a bit of the puzzle...
But we can't deny that to experience these connections can be strange, functional, beautiful and absurd...
 They can be something that seems like it always was,
or something from a distant planet,
or they can feel just like a public nicety,
or place all and none into a blender and whir you around until there are no more of those ice chunks that get stuck in the straw.

 Humanonic Connection and Consumption.

Irregardless, with all of these feelers, and parts, sencing out back and forth, finding places, or just making them up until a real one begins to form, or being reckless for the sake of living and actualizing exsistence, there lies something special and truly divine that two humans can share with one another. And its exciting me everytime, finding the place of contact and understanding between every indiviual outside of me and inside.

And what I'm really trying to say is that something is making me smile.

Period.

And as the source funnels and breathes, the time is now for a rest in peice.