a midsummer's night

Rolling home a quarter past midnight I said farewell to my lost boys in the band wagon. love was in the air tonight as were heat and curiosity. The beauty began with an ear of corn and a string of Silver. continued with a children's play, was given new life by a dark car ride, and grew tremendously at a small shop of coffee. not only was the coffee everything my summer soul had been longing for, albert einstein himself was there, IN THE FLESH.just a few chairs away. His wisdom radiated throughout and among the eclectic persons present.time passed, we said until again, and arrived at the palace home. Ya know, the kind where you're not sure if that chair is for sitting or just for decoration. six half naked bodies with saltwater eyes, and minds which forgot King clock. words floated across the pool as the stars did in the sky above us. Each heart had a different focus, yet somehow we remained each in attune with the others. perhaps it was the heavy heads full of then and now. Maybe the ones who drew out paths to cross knows something we do now. maybe we were high on the air of june, with colored youth clouding our senses.maybe it will always. Be that way.

From the eyes of a swan where the wishing dust grew

Eyelashes. ive got a habit of pulling mine out. during passive activites like reading or movies or sitting in the car, some people pull out their own hair or eyelashes without even noticing. there's a fancy name for it, starts with a t, but im not doctor so let's not give it the pleasure. Eyeyye i just did it AGAIN, it makes me so angry with myself that everyday i lose three or five or seven eyelashes just because of this sickening habit, but i've no idea how to stop.

When I was five i was in a swimming lesson, rubbed my eyes, and a small curved eyelash rested on my thumb as I pulled my hand away. my swim teacher told me that because it was on my thumb, i could wish on it.
maybe Trichotillomania (oop, let it slide) is a subconsious desire for more chances to wish.
seems like people wish on everything these days, stars, dandelions, necklaces, eyelashes, pennies, fountains, statues, a certain time of day. Seems like msot of what I've ever wished for has come true. perhaps maybe once we wish something, that desire is brought forth from our secret heart, into our hestitant throats, and out of our alwase moving mouths. Once said, it is also heard. Being heard, we feel as though it must happen, to prove something almost. prove ourselves, the power of the object wished upon, or the fate on the side of the wish itself.
im beginning to think wishing is our human way or revealing to ourselves what we truly want to happen, the things we're hung up on, or crave, the people we wish to know, throw it up to the sky. Wish outloud, wait and see.
cause you wouldn't wish for something you knew was going to happen, right?

and the children sing.

Looking at a map of the world, the first thing I notice is the colors, almost every map of the world is some shade of blue and green. water and land, ya know, then I see the shapes of the green, how a couple of them are similar just with bulges or points in different places. And some take up like a whole side while others are so little your nose pretty much has to touch the wall just to notice it's there. then i notice the words, cities islans seas harbors countries towns mountains continents oceans pasages penninsulas channels deserts bays. and i realise how familiar I am with this map and i wonder about the people living in the dark, the people who have never ever seen a map, the ones who don't know what map means or what one looks like, the people that have no word for map in their language simply because maps are not much a part of their culture. maybe they don't even realise there is a whole world beyond their own city or village or family or bowl.
Earlier I was looking at this map in Room right, poking pins into the wall on the places ill go. After looking at the World for awhile, It starts seeming more and more as though it isn't so big after all. just, after all, us, we, you, i, are incomprehensibly..small.
We all know the places spain, italy, paris, china, US, pacific ocean, Mediterranean,brazil, pacific, we all know those. since the age of six we are reminded and schooled of those places at a rate nearly constant. you can see why so many of us say we want to travel the world, we spend our whole childhood hearing stories and seeing pictures. it's human nature to desire to see it for ourselves. how about the south sandwich islands in the scotia sea, just east of the coast of argentina. The great victoria desert in south australia. the white sea dividing russia from the Kola penninsula. Natal, campeche, somerset island, spitsbergen, Sredinnyy khrebet, balakovo, toulouse, glasgow, Corpus christi, la rioja.
overwhelming.
the world is much bigger than us, yes, and we are much bigger than ants.
if i could I would step foot, barefoot, on every inch of everywhere of World, The. beautiful, she is beautiful. and so much. How unbelievable that almost everything we each physically personally know is all on this one place. Every where we've ever heard of, everyone we've ever met, is all here.
i love it.
This place, how could anyone ever get tired of it, there is so much, I look at this map once more with one bare manifest admiration for being so much and so glorious, truly, what is all of this but Gods work and idea.
Our world is one of timeless wisdom, it was brought to life by a being much larger than itself, and from that day it has lived in out through while across under and between all that we know as history. all the animals, personalities, fruits, foods, oils, inventions, flowers, hair colors, bones, from always. it's all here and so are we.
wonderful, i'd say.