under a banyon tree airbending

There is a difference between letting life take you where it will and laying down in the hot summer sun so it can ravage you. there is a difference between lying helplessly on the ground and standing solidly on your own two 18 year old female, writer actor feet. The commas do not sit in their own places anymore-a hummingbird flies swiftly out my window among lavender and the last of the bees. I amthinking, thinking, thinking, let ting it all simmer in my mind--like a metaphor at 2 am. so here is a poem to Ani. I picked up my brother's guitar and strummed hoping to hear her voice in the hum, hoping to reconcile her eyes with her words. the guitar like her heart--the glue that holds her small frame together. It isn't a good poem and it isn't what I meant, but it's something. Try again. Fail again. Fail Better. resides in my shoe. here's to all those who've failed, all those who've tried. all those who stand in the summer sun and make choices about their lives. what shalll I do today? sit at home aimlessly watch tv until its time to go to work...so no no non 0nononononononononononnonononononononononooononononononononononnonononn here's to saving the world one inarticulate, heartfelt word at a time. If I cut a hole in the air with a jacknife would I see it's soul there, or would there be a black hole there?