replacing who i am with who i'd rather be

when the sun goes down we all get lonely/watch me as i disappear -5sos

things i ramble about:

A Haiku by Katsuskia Hokusai

I write, erase, rewrite
Erase again, and then
A poppy blooms.

what turns the sky from black to gold, what sends my tears up in flames? nothing except for your love

Here is an interesting quote about octopuses from CNN:

Brazilian scientists say the shifts in color, behavior and movement are evidence of a sleep cycle - with the octopus switching between active and quiet sleep just as humans switch between deep sleep and REM sleep - named for the rapid eye movements we experience in this state.

Everything is Going to be All Right by Derek Mahon

How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.

Some books, such as Alice in Wonderland, toy with using surrealism as a literary genre.

Literary critics may not agree with my genre classification.
nothing to see here

...or is there?

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