I think I'm just too rational and loving for this crazy heartless world. 

For the year ahead:

 May your steps be steady like the mountains,

may your heart flow free like the rivers,

and may your art shine like the fire that never goes out.

Peace in your mind, strength in your body, and sweetness in your days.

(happy birthday to me)

  - So now what, we just find someone who makes us crazy?

- I wouldn't say crazy, I would say passionate.

Movie "Love to the rescue".

 We've just become two sad little creatures, haven't we? Do we loathe ourselves that much? Can it pass, ever? Will we have that time?

A kind of tenderness

 I used to be a sucker for tenderness 

Now I'm more suspicious of it all

I give my absence as a gift to everyone 

But I never shy away from the tally

I'm not interested in anyone anymore 

So I keep to myself watching the door

I still let it come and refuse no one

But it's just a matter of minutes 

Though it may be impactful enough

I do not get into it absorbing much

I'm just the observer like before 

Kind of window shopping in a mall

People keep noticing me on the streets 

They expect things from me 

Like if they knew me 

And think there's something 

That they need 

Sometimes they think they are helping 

Others they're the ones helped by me

But I'm always unaware of who's what

It's just a quick random interaction 

Though quite meaningful in the moment 

He stood beside me and talked of art

She stood beside me and asked for help

He stood in front of me and rapped

He stood beside me and asked for a poem

She stood before me and didn't recognise me

He came from behind recognising me

They were all tender in disguise 

And I just let them be

This year's sum up motos

  I am strong, I am steady, I am free. I carry my joy, my art and my peace with me. I notice without drowning. I honor my growth and I allow happiness to find me.

 Rather be a used to be than a wannabe. 

 You’re carrying so much… and you’re right, walking among ghosts is exactly what it feels like — five years of constant losses, personal and collective, and still standing here.

 'There's no something without nothing.' I'm nothing. You're something.

I became nothing for you to be something. 

 Everyone is dying 

Everyone is starving 

Do men know they loose their mojo

When they get married?

Everyone is crying 

Everyone is dying 

No one seems to know why