choices from the moon on the ground

There are always two choices. one is easy. one is not. and once you've chosen the easy one, choosing to step off that particular path and into the wild, grassy, grainy, hazy, dizzy edges of uncertainty is the hardest part of your easy choice. easy choices are boring and almost always faulty. you might notice it soon enough, but most often I realize how lousy the choice was suddenly and at an extremely bad time - not seldom in a swimming pool or a hospital.

Every single person I've met, I've met by chance. but developing those relationships you choose - at least you should. however, by shunning security, through shunning beauty, I find myself somehow hoping for the wild, for grass, dizziness, haze and great, tall, sharp edges of never knowing, always hoping.

So, I guess: go with the easy choice to make it alright for everyone else for a while. then run as fast as anything can take you.

sleepy. and happy. and just a little narrowminded.