Ringing

Instead of falling
I am writing a haiku
Which stops gravity

I wish I could write love letters all day and then hand them out to people. It's not really socially acceptable though, people don't like receiving encouragement and complements from strangers in written form. I should work on verbal communication.

Sleeping would be nice
Letting the brain rest a bit
It wanders a lot

A love letter is like an indirect persuasive essay, but isn't all writing indirectly persuasive? The writer intends to persuade you into believing it. Scientific articles, "I totally want you to believe this is factual and has significance". Sports columns, "I totally want you to believe that my opinion matters and what I write here is true". Satire, "I want you to want you to think that this could be true, because it reads so familiar to a piece that was taken as truth".

When the light hits me
Flashing stimulates the brain
I get a seizure.

Someone dented my car yesterday. It looks intentional. I know the car that did it. I keep thinking of revenge. In my mind the dent is huge. I keep thinking about, how much force that person had to apply by their own hands to dent the body panel and how much force I should apply to their car. The only thing that can comfort me is actually looking at the dent. It's pretty small, insignificant even.

Letting go is so much more difficult than its two simple words indicate.

Happy 400th post.