Words.

Words are different when spoken aloud where no one can hear them.

I need to stop thinking I can make everyone happy, just by talking. I need to stop trying to take a hand in everything, to actively control networks of people (this is rarely if ever a good idea, and I do try to stop when I catch myself at it.) I probably could stand to be in more networks that are too big to even give me the slightest of tempting illusions that I can try.

I went out for a walk under the stars- there are so many stars, out here, even though they were half-covered for the clouds. And about a block from my apartment there came a roaring right nearby, too close to be a plane, I thought, and what, there's a wind tunnel made by a street not two blocks from my house and I never knew?

And so I went over. And no, the wind wasn't especially strong there. But I looked up again and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

A roaring like a train tunnel, and I didn't even have the direction to look up and watch the stars be swept clean.



***ETA OSHIT


HAPPY PIE DAY, PEOPLE

Eat some pie for me.