a.m.

it seems like the un-changing tides have once again broken the rules. for getting the familiar feel of collecting words into more structured ideas, pausing in an attempt to connect with the feeling and open the eyes to a broader view. a lost skill, a dying art. there seems to be a disconnection from the memories this time. not the lost spiral of darkness but a very self aware isolation.

Slightly Removed.

un-sung

i feel like its all moving without my per mission. discovering the world never will wait for anyone to try and catch up. grouping into the larger idea offers some comfort but even the weird and wired can get lost in the numbers. my body reminds me of the history i seem to have fallen into. funny how the tracking changes so regularly that still there is some kind of attendance.

just frustrated. something bigger would at least have the ability to kick start this revolution.

instant news

Desire for an image to describe this feeling. Searching for a name to label it with. Content in the familiar feeling inner solitude. The eb and flow of this may be determined but is rarely predictable. Is there some one who knows my name? Perhaps its better to pull ties and float endlessly. Would the hunger be worse then the fall?

My whole life moves in a moment of pure simplicity. Beyond an innocents, and into the realm of pure raw nature. the production of ideas we were built to think. built to feel. built to do and go and watch and see. even in the softness that is heartache and the pain that is loss there is a subtle beauty that once again evokes the moment of awe.

somewhere. somehow.

i am relearning to breath. i am sitting. i am waiting. i am listening.


i am feeling. i am celebrating your life, with my own.




i may not have the words, but i promise you that i have the heart.
for you i will find a way.

its slower now and i can feel it in my joints. the insides are whispering to the outsides. will you leave us, will you leave us, will you leave us. i cant imagine where to aim the bow and the speeding water is rushing though me. the breath is cooler then the air. the sounds scream below the surface and i hear the pain of a thousand cries. i wanted to turn it down, wanted to find the silence, wanted to make the turn, wanted to want.

golden the the light that saves your life. the only question left tin its wake was worth.

she said, she said

and so he want.