Cottage Industries.

So I have been hanging out with Jesus lately again.
It sounds funnier than it is.
And Cottage Industries has begun.
Poetry and songwriting under many aliases.
I needed this.
Met a few people in the past couple of weeks that don't just piss me off.
I may just be able to move on from you.
I hate knowing all of it is now behind us.
But hopefully I find room to grow.
I have been so encased by everything.
I still have no direction.
At least now I can see over the wall I built around me.
See possibility.
I just wish I were a better person.
I wish I didn't throw everything I care for away,
just to prove to myself I never deserved it in the first place.
And for this I am truly sorry.
But I feel happy I think.
My best friend is 2 and it is awesome.
Possibility.


-possibly statue

Life in a Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

-Robert Browning.