Home is where companionship is

I am comfortable. I suppose that's it. Not yet though. I am here though. I am constantly in motion. Not for where I'm at. You don't see where I'm from though. So you don't quite feel where I'm from. I am home. I might walk out the front door and walk around the block and end up in the same place but I am always home. I have found it though. What of it? Become my companion and I might share a secret of companionship and happiness. Home isn't anything except where your heart and hands reside. I hate myself for this. This home...

Co2

I've grown rather tired of this oxygen. I want to breath in Co2. Just to see what it's like. My reasoning is simple. I want to leave here. I have hopes that I might somehow evolve with this great consumption of carbon dioxide. I might be able to bear space travel. I want to leave this lush Earth. Is there any way of leaving? Jump a rocket ship and monkey bar my way from star to star until I reach my destination. I need something sporadic like maybe losing a pinkie toe. I'd feel off balance but I would feel more sane I suppose. Whatever...I guess.

I've got this

I'm a bad seed. I've come to that specific realization. There is not one singular reason explaining it. It is all accumulative. Everything that makes up my being has collided together to form my body and soul or lack there of. I am the under current that pulls and tugs. I suppose I'm the gate way drug and the drug that makes you O.D. all in one... I hold people back. I leave and everything flourishes and the grass is green and the stars are bright. I am the source of your bad crops and the blanketed corpses of your children. I need to breath a bit. I need time to evolve. I need to leave. I need to be alone. I need to swim in the Pacific.

Home is where I am warm

Let's think in terms of home. What are the main components of home? Is it the warmness of love or is it your favorite place on the couch or is it the address of the house you live in? Is it the feeling of togetherness? The feeling of being one with themselves? I am at home and even though I may not be happy I am home. I crawl towards the stars. I reach and I stretch and I fly. The stars. I want to touch them and then I will finally be home. Next to the fire. Stretching out and feeling the warmth. This feeling...

Home is where your name is written

I write it out sometimes. Your name, you know the one that you wrote on your first grade homework sheets. I sometimes write it, your name and retrace the curves so that it is so inked out that I can take my finger and smear it into a portrait of you. I like the way your name rolls off my tongue. It makes me feel at home knowing that your on my mind and on my mouth. I'm trying hard to make you at home in my home. My life. I want to be able to write you name. Again and again and again. Though at some point I will run out of paper and ink so make this easy and make you mine. We could be as adorable as this blog post.

Merry Christmas

It's Christmas...well it isn't but can we pretend? Let's imagine the sound of snow crunching beneath our heels. Imagine it and you will see it. I'm positive. The sound of paper being torn, the smell of pies slowly cooking in the kitchen, the feel of warmth from the fireplace, and the sight of your family moving about the house in rhythm to the beat of Christmas. It's a ballet. Can you taste the imagery?

Home is where I am alone

I'm alone. I'm sitting in my room looking around hoping and wishing that there was more carbon dioxide in here. I wish there was someone here that could breath with me. Sometimes I feel empty. Like all the water that composes my arms and legs has been drained out into the ocean. I wish to live in a port city so that I can get that water back. I'll call it home and I will start to feel not as alone as this room proves itself to be. I will have someone to help and breath with me. They will hold me when I am scared and they will catch my tears when I cry and they will be there for me when I find myself overwhelmed with happiness at their presence. They will be home. They will be mine. They will be my home.

The man with the oversized umbrella

I saw you struggle. You were balding and withering at your core... I could see it. The way you were affected by gravity and the way the rain beat you into your own crater and the way your umbrella held you back. You were on your knees and I could see the pain and anguish in your face. Your down trodden facial features were sagging and touching the wet concrete. I saw your fingers tremble and your knees buckle and your umbrella hit the ground. You were weak. Defeated. Dying. Distant... I wanted to help. To offer my hand and help you to your feet but I was stuck behind the glass of your habitat that you were caged in. Watching as kids poked the window with intent to rouse you. They wanted to see something extraordinary as well as I did. They wanted to see you stand. They wanted to help. It may be too late...

Lake ahead

I saw the sign. It read "lake ahead". I just wanted to keep driving into the crashing waves. So I did. My car broke into the water surface and it kept diving down into the dark depths of the glassy waves. I found myself in a world quite unlike the one I stare at in the dead of night. No, this was a different kind of night. It was misty and I couldn't see much further ahead of me. I saw the life of this water wonderland. They were the stars speckled across my windshield. My car took me as far as it could then I abandoned my sinking vessel. I watched as it suck deeper into the black abyss. I now found myself with a new predicament. I was encased by liquid and couldn't breath. Though I didn't want to come up for air. I just wanted to remain in place and spend the rest of my life drifting through this fish tank. I enjoyed the view, so I set up shop under the surface and lived out the air I had left.

Cloud dancing

We drank tonite. Quite a volume we consumed. Bottles piled up and we were drifting off. We were floating up slowly into the tangle of mystifying sound. The clouds. We kept at that rate and we danced. At some point I lost you. We disconnected ourselves from each other and drifted in different directions. I lost you in the white fluff. I fell back to Earth soon after and I found myself in my own crater thinking of the short time together. We were what we were missing. We lost everything in that one night of drinking but what's worse is that we were drinking water. So who's at fault?