Ebb and Flow

I could write dissertations

on the science of happiness

But I don’t.

Instead I write poems

(or a lack thereof)

and wade through its ebbs and flows,

watching as it drowns me

eludes me

brings me forward

pushes me away–

And I would study its every molecule,

separate its every hue,

document every euphoria,

diagnose every anxiety,

and spend each day observing every bright wonderful night

if only I knew

how

it

works.

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“Bright Wonderful Night”

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366 Poems: December 20th, 2016

Bad Habits

The body is a slave to the mind.

So no matter how much it fights,

bites,

loses,

refuses,

fakes,

breaks,

and eats through every chain,

you are in control of your habits

and you can stop them

as you please.