Sunday, September 27, 2009

obsessive drive for self-discovery

The title and the subject have little to do with each other, but I love the words, the idea. Last night had the most eerie light, almost cinematic, but natural.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tonight's Sunset

Across the same wide sky that blankets us all, and sitting in my own small bed, I look for the words to move sideways, backways, shimmy forwards, and eventually next to where I want to be. And I ask where is that? And do I need an answer now? Do I let fate run it's seemingly haphazard course, do it's own lengthy work, or do I have to simultaneously push forward with my own scrawny might?

What do you think?

I hope that when we fall asleep under the stars that were once birds flying, that we remember the world, and the millions of tiny souls that make it up. I hope that we can love them as much as we love ourselves, and I hope that you love yourself.