{ foot-in-mouth. }

You know like, when you're trying to make friends, and it seems the more you try, the more you fail at making friends? Like, when you put yourself out there, out on the line, all naked and shit, it is at the most inappropiate moment, inadvertantly, that you make your move. Or say your piece. Two cents. So everyone looks at you like you're the most malapropo person ever. Yeah. It's funny, because I often feel that way when attempting relationships with Christians. Which may or may not be true. I tend to over-emotionalize things. And treat people like they really don't like me. Regardless of what they say or don't say. God, where is my mind. Have I mentioned lately how much I don't want to drink anymore. And how that's all I can think about right now?

{ of loss. }

we lost him
along with all the others.

a sense resides among the living
that when we are to die
it is notably referred to as
"a loss" of someone

as though they wandered off
into the woods
or sailed into stormy seas,
never to be heard from
or seen again.

and what a wonder
when so often
we will profess
that at the end of life
peace expounds.

did we then misplace anyone
or did they simply find
a better life
in losing us