owl waltz

motions. walking, sleeping dogs, conversations, frustrations. waking up can still sometimes be such a chore. so foreign. like waking up to outer space. there are so many new faces. and for as long as i've now known them, they're all still so new. everything is always still so new. like it's a really long vacation. as though there are mustard cabinets and world class views waiting for me. sticky notes on bathroom mirrors. hair cuts. sushi pyramids and the best god damn riesling on the planet. motions. waltzes to old and ingrained songs. i go waltzing through the days. waltzing the days away. and i can't help but sometimes feel there's magic in the air somewhere. hiding. going through the motions. floating above us. flying and fluttering around. like hundreds of sparrows. sometimes i get lost just looking up. trying to see it. i get so lost. like waking up to outer space. everything is always still so new. i go waltzing through the days to old and ingrained songs. waltzing the days away.

please bring more yellow birds.