Winning is not the opposite of losing,
Because you can win for losing.
You can also lose by winning,
and…
win by losing.
You can win, win, and not lose, lose.
You can also lose, and by losing win.
If you lost your first tooth,
did you win when you new tooth came in?
When you lost your virginity,
Did you win you virility?
If you can lose your mind,
can you win your mind?
If I really think of it,
the opposite of winning…
is probably not even trying.

Brass monkeys & mamosas

I did some collage workshops

There probably on photo paper 

It’s seriously lippi

Every time I come here

Wow 

It’s two flight of stairs

There gorgeous it’s beautiful

We are looking for ice cream

Let’s find out

Don’t trust my opinion

“Whether he told the truth about what he did, and whether there’s truth in what he told, because those are two different questions.”

From Sarah Koenig from Serial Season 2 Episode 6 5 O’Clock Shadow.

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It’s thin current slides away, but eternity remains.  I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet.”

“There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root”

Sometimes the ones who should love us the most,

cause us the greatest pain.

Soul searing, hair pulling, breast beating pain,

So much pain, we want to tear the world apart.

Yet…

And yet…

It is their loss.

For you are alive,

for you have value.

Now you can hold on to that hurt and pain,

You can let that person control you through their actions

Even when they are gone, they can still control you.

or…

or…

you can let those screams out,

let those tears flow,

then like a sapling lifting its first leaf after the forest fire,

Begin to grow.

Grow gloriously…

Lift those branches towards the sun.

Become the person you want to be..

Not the person they tried to make you.

When I was little

The world was big and scary,

So I would hide in my parents’ arms.

When I was young

The world was big and scary

And I ran into it.

When I was a father

The world was big and scary

And I taught my children to go out and seek.

Now I am not old, but not young

Some people tell me the world is big and scary

I tell them life is to be lived.

They say I am, I just live it in this box I built, because its safe.

I say, You can live it in a box,

or you can live it in the world,

but that box is in the world.

Just like ice cream, birds, sunrises, waterfalls, and your first love.

I tell them the world is not really scary, nor actually that big.

It only seems so compared to that box they are sitting in.

They say, but there are mean and ugly things out there.

I say that’s true, but there’s also ice cream.

They say, but I could be killed or die out there.

I say, that’s true. But you will die anyway, that’s guaranteed.

So I say, when you die, you know they will put you in a box.

Of course your already in one, so whats the difference between being alive or dead,

So why not come see this big world.

If you do, we can feed some birds,

see a sunrise,

meet your first love,

climb a waterfall,

and have some ice cream.

Dreaming I travel stars

Lost lion

Wanders asphalt

Dreaming of long grass