as the world goes by

it is silent here
lonely
but the comfort
so soothing

I haven't been writing much of lately. I have been reading a lot. Reading the LA Weekly marveling at all the great things one could do if one would do them. If one had a car. Or money.

My sister is going through a break up. Rough times. I have a stormy sea too at times. But I love it.
I love Los Angeles, more and more. Every day.
Like this one person you never thought you'd ever like but then they just grow on you.
Was at my old school today, got totally tripped out. It was such a different world then. So different. So real. Surreal.

I miss poetry days with my wife. And reading Anais Nin at Pign'Whistles.