A glacier: Soft quiet glimpses of life traveled at a pace outside the threshold of ordinary visual acuity. A bare form whose true nature lies fathoms beneath what is beheld by the naked eye.
A sunset wrapped in a brown paper bag. The glowing inner warmth of a joke only you know the punchline to, skating along every moment with a pocket full of worries to let go of, towing a memory burdened by an absence of praise for humanity, but a heart that holds a sea of hope for the expectation that just one might actually matter
A full sail that may not always swell confidently, but finds its direction decidedly. A needle in a needle stack, whose eyehole through which passes the finest of threads
What I’m doing with my life
Wondering about it
I’m really good at
Being genuine. Zero game, & like it that way
The first things people usually notice about me
Ease & quiescence
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Dramas filled with wonder, mysteries I don't see coming, comedies
that walk the line. I enjoy more than some, but less than
Every form of music in Human history offers some which I cherish
& some I abhor. Light fiction, heavy food, old art, & new
The six things I could never do without
Peace, hope, knowledge, freedom, inspiration, & will
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How things ought to be, & what to do about why they aren't
On a typical Friday night I am
In repose. Quite possibly being boring. That's right. Stillness is not to be feared or detested, not that I'm opposed to finding interesting things to do, but it shall not be the driving force of my life. Some days you do nothing, & those are good days too.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I don't pay for this account. So, if you click the like button, I won't know you did. I'd advise anyone, who might like someone, to do what humans have done since the stone age. Engage that person. Clicking some app feature is a poor substitute.
You should message me if
You're a woman who would actually message a man, a rarity indeed. To blazes with the gender stereotypes. Why should I be as every other creep occupying this domain, assembling some introductory collection of witticisms to entice? No, I say. How shall I prove my worth & assuage any trepidations that I am just another dope or sleaze? By not being yet another nuisance to be shot down. That's how. Besides, haven't you had enough of that shit anyway?