internal plottings of the mote

to not try would be a funny thought
to not be would be an elevated thought
to stay would be ridiculous
to travel would mean you are rich
to be happy with nothing would be impossible
to scatter your ashes to the wind, after your death would be wise
to not be a team player means death
to look and live as everyone else is American

Sugar

I said goodbye to some of the past
But not the parts with you in it
Instead I nourish and visit and
Take you for walks...
Whenever I have a minute

I think of your jokes and
Your, you perspective
When I need a break in my day

For I can never let you go
Or forget, even though
You are far away...

Seto Naikai

To be malleable, to change
To walk through the closed door...

The world forces you to do so
It hurls you into the wall of the one place you
do not wish to go...

The vastness of space.
You realize now this is all your life ever was
The regrets now hiding
Behind what you thought your life was...

And now in this sense nothing ever changes
And there is comfort in knowing
That things have always been the same

All the people and experiences...have never left you
You realize then that you left them
You realize then that you are normal
And just as a shark must move forward  to live
You realize change is what all our lives are made of