breaking down.

there’s the slipping, the gasp of air as your feet reach up from beneath you. & the waiting, wondering what the fall will sound like.

but there is also the shock of finding out you are already on the ground.

did you know snakes go through color changes prior to a shed?

what color are you now?

I want to be in a place already made for me, both snug and wide open. With a doorway never needing to be closed, a view slanted for light and bright autumn leaves but no rain. Where moonlight can be counted on if the sky is clear and stars no matter what. And below, just yonder, a river called Treason to rely on. -Toni Morrison (Jazz)

my god, it would be so much easier if we didn’t have to build the damn place all by ourselves.

“Most beings spring from other individuals; but there is a certain kind which reproduces itself. The Assyrians call it the Phoenix. It does not live on fruit or flowers, but on frankincense and odoriferous gums. When it has lived five hundred years, it builds itself a nest in the branches of an oak, or on the top of a palm tree. In this it collects cinnamon, and spikenard, and myrrh, and of these materials builds a pile on which it deposits itself, and dying, breathes out its last breath amidst odors. From the body of the parent bird, a young Phoenix issues forth, destined to live as along a life as its predecessor. When this has grown up and gained sufficient strength, it lifts its nest from the tree (its own cradle and its parent’s sepulchre), and carries it to the city of Heliopolis in Egypt, and deposits it in the temple of the Sun.” -Ovid

where exactly does the dying end and the rebirth begin?