fifty

it's funny: sometimes i come here to write
without anything in mind
and the words just start coming

it helps me to figure out what's going on
in my head
without even realizing it

i drew a picture today
a face, and one side is close to perfect
but the other is a little bit off
and it ruined the whole thing
how did god make us so magnificently symmetrical?
i wonder if it was easy, if he just waved a hand
and there we were
or if he crafted us, each and separately
and washed his hands between each one

i always thought that i love to create
because i was created

aw, jeez.
life is good.