smh i honestly don’t even know if this was mirage a fucking tree or just another coyote stepping on my begonias to lure the rabbits
so, i mean, all i have is this, this, well
do you know what i’m talking about, like of what i speak i certainly hope not bc hell is fragments that never get home you know
there were prints in my yard some mornings but never yote prints always switching and it was weird that it didn’t scare me right?
all i know is that there are some trees in this world bent nearly doubled over by wind
think about that you know fuck right?
if it was a coyote i can understand, i seriously can bc of these bears polar to be specific
i guess its my shit growing up in this wilderness my shit is all im left with in a way and im grateful, grated and grateful bc what else is there to be you know i mean fuck
so here is me and my shit
i just feel alone imo right now in this very moment which is fleeting and ends right now but dont be scared bc this brings the birth of a new moment and im never alone bc i am always loved
if i can just you know draw on that pure joy from before all this like all of this and focus on my birthday then whatever happens i will know grace
like, this can be my thing maybe or maybe not
i will take my strengths and move through this world like the wind with the compassion of the Buddha bc you know of what never was
what a blessing
maybe cats someday idk
and every smile from now on will be dedicated to those who are still trying bc i know