good enough

tell me about drunk enough to pass out
and i'll tell you about drunk enough to forget
i'll tell you out how good is better that perfect
and how perfect doesn't exist 

in our world of
good 

enough

You're going to forget most of what i say
but the feeling will linger
in that razor blade way that 

feelings
cut deep

you never remember the cut
only the scar, and the feelings it's left
on your chest while your memories of pain
are laid to rest

such is life

24

Sometimes we cross lines without realizing it until there is no going back.
When I slow down enough to reflect on what I am feeling, I see that there's a duality going on inside of me where I feel an emptiness so deep it feels like I'm drowning and a fullness so large it feels like I'm overflowing. I am exploding and imploding, totally in control of my out of control impulsive behaviors. I am the writer and main character of this movie.

I met a girl in New Orleans, she saw me feeding my dog on the sidewalk and was compelled to tell me how beautiful he is. There was no way for me to express how beautiful he is to me, and that compelled me to tears. She was from New Zealand. They don't have homeless people where she was from. She'd never met someone close to her own age living on the streets. Watching me cry made her uncomfortable. She wanted to stop me from crying.

I'm still not sure exactly why I was crying.