starlight, starbright

on my way home from a friend's housewarming party two nights ago, i drunkenly rang up the frog. it was absolutely freezing that night, i was alone and lonely (two very different things!), and when he picked up the phone, and asked if everything was alright,

i had a made-up vent

i.e. i started complaining about something and made a big deal out of it when actually it wasn't really that big a problem at all

sometimes, we so desperately want to seem, just so that we can provoke the particular outcome that we crave. it is disempowering, this empty creation. so please let me just be, otherwise seeming will one day merge into being and then i would have really lost it