this is what happens
when we fail to understand
the value of life.

sometimes when i’m bored,
there’s a girl who makes me think
i wouldn’t be anymore
if only i extended
the slightest of gestures.

i could ask her name,
her favorite color, or something
- anything to break the ice;
but i’m married to the habit
of wanting, not getting.

doesn’t matter how accessible
her smile may seem, or her heart may be;
i always find a way to settle
for far, far less
- and yet so much more -
than i could ever get.

(brought to you by the words bored, habit and settle)

what makes you happy
is rarely the same as what
makes them think you are.

photo: Tracy O

here, we have no need for mirrors;
we are not the introspectors -
only those with fault need bother.
we change the rules, make others follow.

photo: Chuckumentary