Is it wrong I like to relax? Sleeping in feels nice and stress is bad for your health and all. Sure I might sleep in a little too late sometimes and miss an appointment and sure I might turn in an assignment too late but I mean doesn‘t everybody sometimes? I’d say that’s an okay price to pay to live a life lead leisurel.

At least I used to. I guess it adds up on some cosmic scoreboard somewhere. I see all these consequences of my choice to be a couch potato. The love of my life I never met at that meeting, the job offer I actually really wanted even though I blew off the interview to play games, that light I wouldn’t have run if I wasn’t so late and had to rush.

See, I guess in the end my end won’t really be because of some crash, blast, or reckless wrath. It’ll be because I said ”maybe later.”

Okay so I know those words don’t mean anything but I need you to try this. It’s a bowl of rice with a raw egg and some soy sauce mixed together.

Wait, wait, look, I know it sounds kind of gross to put raw egg in something sounds really gross but the trick is to make sure the egg is really well mixed up. Then when you add it to the rice it becomes like this delicious sauce that sticks to the rice, transforming it into this Eastern style comfort food that fills you up in the best way.

Maybe you’re worried about your rice tasting like eggs. That’s why you want to make sure it’s mixed evenly through the rice so no one bite has too much egg in it and you just get that creamy texture I told you about. So now we have this wonderful stick to your ribs texture and comfort but it still needs some flavor. Well what does almost everyone add to their rice? Soy sauce, that’s what, and this is no exception. Hell, you could add some scallions if you were feeling frisky.

So now you have this comfort food that could rival anything the south can put out and next time you’re feeling down or sick just remember all it takes is some rice, an egg, some soy sauce, and like twenty seconds to mix it up.

It’s the crunch of dried orange foliage underfoot as leaves drift like red and gold snow in the last good squall of an October dusk, the setting sun casting the streets of this picturesque neighborhood in waves of molten gold light. In another hour it‘ll be cold and dark but for now the air swirls around you warm with the scents of earth and home, filled with music of rustling leaves and birdsong in this perfect Autumn drift.

What is a home?

I do not know

for I only ever roam.

They say it's where the heart is

but does that make me heartless?

This might be,

but when I see me

reflected in your iris

I think I know where my home is.

As the ash falls and lays

I think back on my childhood days

how we'd laugh and play

in bushes, trees, and far off glades.

I think on my adult ways, how I'd drink and play

and found a wife with which to lay.

With whom I chose to stay

until our children went away

until my wife had passed away

So here, despite the dismay

I'll lay

under the sun, under the ash, on the clay.

On this final day

in my Pompeii.

At this I turn away

from this play

to get me stay

through honeyed lies

and clever alibis.

I must strive

to keep this dream alive

no matter the sense

or pretense

of giving up

even if it saves me pain

I'll refrain

from giving up

I'll be wild and unruly

because I'm only done truly

if I give up.

The song is sweet

a treat

for my defeat

is it a sign?

should I incline

to resign

from this path of mine?

or do I fight,

take flight

and leave this night

of defeated delight

to find a song

to sing along

of life and its strife?

Will I fall too

so soon

my song yet through?

I wanted a symphony

this world sings for me

a lullaby, my eulogy.

Do I listen or do I flee?

I'm sorry I forgot who you are. Some days I wake up wishing I could just catch up with you. I remember how we used to have so much fun together but I don't know what we did. I remember being happy to hear your laugh but when I try to recall it there's no sound there. Some times I'm not sure you were ever real but I know you were. Even when your face is gone and I've forgotten your touch I'll remember you were real, I'll remember you were there, and I'm glad I knew you.

I just wish I could tell you that.