I think I'm doing the right thing

But this valley is so damned smokey it's hard to tell
I'm doing what feels good
trying to stay on the refined visceral course that I chose for myself when I was removed from this fleshy, portly life on the ground
above the sea
in the mountains
under the pines
in the water
And even though it's a law,
Gravity always works harder when you're at home


Yelling politics because you just. can't. hold it in anymore.
Years of silence and observation planning the fewest words to shut up the ignorant and full of words

words words

STOP DOING WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO
why are you doing that if you hate it so much?
Do you really hate your life or do you need more attention?
I wish you could read from my eyes that
with my silence, using only my eyes and a strong gaze that I am holding a mirror up to your vagrant, blatant, stark ignorance
And by not saying anything, I hope hope hope that you will notice how wrong it looks for you to be buried alive by nothing real in this world
On a different level, and plane of self-hatred than fathomable.
And I love you, but in my gaze I realize that you'll never really see yourself
And when you look in the mirror you probably see only parts and parts
disconnected and mean, in need of a bath of love and