the moon was about the size of a quarter in front of my eye today,
driving.  orange, in a deep haze.  on the way home,
driving, the fabricated shine of the streetlights left me placid. ten
minutes before, i had been thinking about how i never want to be left
in complacency.  or at least, comfortable. 

reality is not sitting there staring at a glass and contemplating
whether its half full or half empty.  reality is picking it up and
drinking it, with the intention that it will do something for you;
quench your thirst.  or, reality is leaving it there. letting it
Sit.  still.  Restless….as it collects tiny particles and
vibrations from the air…until you decide to do something with
it.  reality waits for you to move.  to Choose.  or…at
least until it evaporates and you’re left…hanging.  thirsty.

now….replace reality with…._____.  yeah that’s right.  whatever you darn well please. 

i think i’m losing it. 

i was reminded, today, how much i love driving…at night.  it
made me happy to know that the moon still intrigues me.  later, i
realized i was happy to miss the late night air that is dark. 
that feeling that i can’t describe with any words that aren’t too sappy
or trite, because…when it comes down to it…i’m pretty gosh darn
sappy and trite.  i was reminded, today, that i am only sometimes coherent.

tonight, i am complacent.  and i’m not sure how that makes me
feel.  fluid.  like the water in that glass.  doesn’t
the meniscus depend on where you’re standing?

yeah…i dunno.   something’s off.