4.20.19

The hours pass slow between now and when
your face shows up on my phone again
I wish you wouldn’t go, let it go


“You act like Sol is the last bastion of free thought.”

“Earth was the first bastion of free thought.  Our internet is old, impossible to scrub clean.”


Does happiness always seem to be a world and a day away?


Utopia is impossible, but it’s mathematically easy to increase everyone’s standard of living.


i’ll go out tonight, to the blues and neon lights,
watch the door, dream of you sauntering in
like you own the place, searching for me,
waiting for you, in these spaces between


Underneath the warrior’s armor is a lost girl who just found family.  You owe it to her now. Get her back home alive.