Human Tendencies

Sometimes my babies show me who they are.
Sometimes my parents show me who they are.
My friends are starting to show me who they are.
Not my dogs though, those bitches.

Little by little, I'm learning about myself and others with a different perspective.
A brand new one sometimes.

Some bring out the best in me.
Some bring out the worst.
Some my crazy.
Some my sexy.

Good news, we're human.

I know you like it when I just type whatever is in my mind and on my heart even if it makes no sense at all.
I love that you encourage that type of work from me.
It's my favorite kind.

Just like you are. My favorite kind. My favorite cup of tea, my favorite donuts, my favorite coffee, my favorite conversation, my favorite laughter, my favorite smiles, my favorite babysitter, my favorite voice, my favorite.

Now come over and make fun of me about how chaotic my writing is.
Then look at my room, my wardrobe, my desk, my bed. Notice how consistent that chaos is.
Then laugh about it when you think about it because I know you will.
And just the thought of you smiling and laughing makes me feel happy.

Sometimes I just feel like sitting in the Trump towers and watching people.
Watching the gentlemen I so love.
Watching people watch us.
Watching people love.
Watching people.

Then just writing about it and looking at the chandeliers.
And thinking about the future, about the past and the present.
With my quiet observing eyes of a child.

Then coming home to my garden to watch the bluish purple butterflies circling the rose seeds I can't wait to see bloom.
I imagine how they will look.
How they will produce beauty that will inspire me to look as beautiful as them.

Maybe beautiful like a Japanese bell.