the best days

the best days are often the simplest ones,
i've found.
when the mundane and the irrelevant gain
depth and validity for no particular reason,
and the expectations you
never really had are exceeded exponentially.
on the best days, you never lose yourself
in the humdrum necessities of our
insignificant activities, but instead
can find yourself in the
subtle complexities that underlie our existence.
the best days rekindle relationships and
corrode malcontent; the best days
are the days you love, because its easiest to love
on the best days.
the best days come only often enough to
remind us of their beauty and to
refresh our souls,
brief in duration
but infinite in gratification.
today was one of the best days.

-Parker Miles


I took the liberty of editing the poem a bit. Not for grammar or anything, I just simply didn't like parts of it and decided to cut them.

Pretentious? Maybe, but this is my blog and I don't care.

the original can be found here

Props to Parker for an amazing poem.

Little aside, not the stereotypical poet. He sums it up quite simply on his facebook.

i've come to the realization that most people will assume things about me given any set of parameters. this realization has made me bitter, and it has emboldened me to never be confined by any label conceivable.that being said, there are 3 people that i know that KNOW me. do you want to be the fourth?

Or more simply put:

salutations my niggas; i'm aware that i'm different