I Am Poetry

I am poetry.

I encourage everyone to listen to Van Hunt. Especially his album Van Hunt (Connect Set). If I could fall in love this easily with actual people, I might actually seem social.

Also, Marina Celeste is delectable. Usually I don't enjoy french artists, but her music is like eating fresh clementines with your ears.

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I used to have a high self-esteem. Before I realized I was a failure that no one would ever love.
Now I think about my future children, with their severe genetic flaws, and myself as a small child, already suffering from depression at age 8. Maybe she'd be impressed with the person I am, though sometimes I don't enjoy being me. At least I'd have a friend.

I've become amused by the little things. -Van Hunt
Sometimes I imagine that I can dodge individual snowflakes as they come tumbling down from wherever exactly snowflakes are made. I know, I know, everyone knows, but it's so boring. It's better to think God employs angels to quickly carve out hundreds, and sends them falling down, to land in your eye, send you flailing, or land on your forehead, impressing a cold mark, like on ash wednesdays, or on your nose, literally an eskimo kiss (what kind of lip balm do eskimos wear? it probably consists of bowhead whale blubber.)

Generally I wouldn't write this much, but Valentine's Day has made me feel poetic. Or maybe it's the lack of sun... causing seasonal affective disorder (i swear it exists!)... and making me feel emo... emo's are fantastic poets... for a while.

I am poetry.
Tomorrow fiery kisses will abound.