Monday, March 26, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Yesterday I witnessed a kite flying above the highway I was driving on. As it got near, it became apparent to me that the kite was not being flown by anyone. It was, in actuality, flying itself; the connecting line caught on a nearby lamp post.
It hung in the sky, gently supported by the wind. Climbing and diving across the clear blue background, the tiny, bright yellow spot maneuvered through the air with all the skill of an expert pilot.
I thought, "How fortunate that someone who lost their kite was able to, knowingly or unknowingly, create such a wonderful moment." A moment that could only last as long as the wind chose to keep it there.
It hung in the sky, gently supported by the wind. Climbing and diving across the clear blue background, the tiny, bright yellow spot maneuvered through the air with all the skill of an expert pilot.
I thought, "How fortunate that someone who lost their kite was able to, knowingly or unknowingly, create such a wonderful moment." A moment that could only last as long as the wind chose to keep it there.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I saw her face so clearly.
Amidst all the blurs, the bodies.
The people you'd recognize if you could just
grab a hold of them and shake the mist away.
She smiled, first looking at me, and then to her side.
I think I said something; though I can't recall what.
Even if I could relive that moment what could possibly have been appropriate to say?
I'd yell at her for handling everything so immaturely.
I'd tell her how heavy the guilt weighed on my shoulders.
I'd whisper to her about how cool the breeze was that night,
and how well it paired with the warmth of the bourbon on my tongue.
"Everything is okay," she said.
"Things aren't as bad as you think they are."
I woke up and deeply exhaled my relief.
I went to work.
Amidst all the blurs, the bodies.
The people you'd recognize if you could just
grab a hold of them and shake the mist away.
She smiled, first looking at me, and then to her side.
I think I said something; though I can't recall what.
Even if I could relive that moment what could possibly have been appropriate to say?
I'd yell at her for handling everything so immaturely.
I'd tell her how heavy the guilt weighed on my shoulders.
I'd whisper to her about how cool the breeze was that night,
and how well it paired with the warmth of the bourbon on my tongue.
"Everything is okay," she said.
"Things aren't as bad as you think they are."
I woke up and deeply exhaled my relief.
I went to work.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Itch
Temptation.
That small itching in the back of your mind
reminding you of your flesh, bone, and blood.
Reminding that you still need,
you still want,
desire,
crave,
and lust.
In the split second before you scratch
do you ever wonder, "How exactly will
I remember this moment?"
"Will it ever be able to eclipse the moment
I realize I will never be satisfied?"
That small itching in the back of your mind
reminding you of your flesh, bone, and blood.
Reminding that you still need,
you still want,
desire,
crave,
and lust.
In the split second before you scratch
do you ever wonder, "How exactly will
I remember this moment?"
"Will it ever be able to eclipse the moment
I realize I will never be satisfied?"
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Tangles
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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