there is a place where the dead live. it is in us. it is all around us. it is more than we can understand.

there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes	we're part of something bigger than any one of us. i just feel lucky to have been chosen.	never stop trying to capture the uncapturable. it helps us all.	all we can do is keep moving forward
the warmth of the dead fire is in us, now	the promise of impending death is all around this place	we think we're so great. this is all just more history	to a place where no one's around
do you think i can get all my ideas out? so they aren't lost?	it's beyond all of us, and it makes me hold your hand a little tighter	the living dead	words about the wordless, like planets around the sun
April 20, 2024	when all material scatters and ashes amplify the only place that matters is by your side	You can walk down a path you've gone down many times with the ghosts of all the people you've ever been.	it's there for all to see, and yet some people never see it
you have ghosts. where are they? are they so deep that the light cannot reach them? is there any such place?	all of our suffering is nothing more than resistance to this very moment	flowers come from the ground, where their souls are trapped all winter	Where are you, caught up in the burden of it all
the multiplicity of detail in time and space is a conspiracy by big universe to make it impossible for us to understand everything	the dead are among us