Lit

Another cigarette borken in half in my pocket.  There is the essence of quitting filling my mind and heart.  The thought to smoke it becomes irrelevant and misunderstood by the second.  The smell of ingredients and the taste is a mystery. Then the next day another and another.  All the time I was wondering if cigarettes were quitting me or was it going to be the other way around.  The smell is every where smoke fills the room daily.

There isn't a single person to trust you just do it. And either way the world was flashing good things so then you get nothing done in doubt the inevitable doubt which swings the door both ways while as trust it is comes then it goes.  

So faith becomes a pendulum that flows through the fun and the fun block.   All day we think we're young and old.  Then there is a mystery of clarity that is taken from us too much easier without stamina.  Then there is the advice given without beings taken.

There isn't anywhere to go when your not going anywhere.  Week after week the tools, skills, and practice blows all around the logic in the room.

Hanger

The sky shouted bright clouds and grassy sadness.  Deep voice of dad emerged through the walls of the house.  The human hanger dangled from the shelf tied up in scarves and purse straps.  Sitting a few feet from the human hanger made of pink plastic I stared long and tired at its out of place character tied in with a black plastic human hanger protruding further out of its character pushing on the sweater next to it the pink human hanger jammed the black human hanger into the purse straps while needing to be straightened.

Raised voices echoing orders, cash drawers slamming shut, and washing clothes in the sink has built a new pathway through the weekends.  Tooth brush in purse, dental floss for that one poppy seed stuck in between the front teeth and the miracles of finding keys, getting to bed early, and work early enough to do the face some justice with make up.  A little goes a long way.

Tooth brush never handy when you need one.  Deodorant missing when you need it most, and a broken hanger made from plastic never seemed handy.  There isn't much of a thought in the consistency of events unless you see the gas gauge getting low, and the wallet feeling empty.

Then the talk and humor of it all blended into serious action of borrowing clean shirts and pajamas when the days are full of people and their habits.  The keys then are locked in the truck and the on the way to Chicago this occurs as a long connection of stories have sunk in the hearts of mankind of losing keys, and parking tickets paid and recovered by family and friends.