beneath this bold and brilliant sun

[applgreenicecrm]

odd duck, strange bird -
ah, the vagaries of vagueness... but aren't particulars just a bit too precise?
universality lives in the details, i suppose, but this isn't about the world.

i can't decide if everything exists in this coffee shop, or nothing.
golden-glowing
with strident twenty-something philosophies leaking in around my headphones.
an old man is sipping whiskey, ipad reflecting in his spectacles.
a boy is sketching a girl's face from a facebook photo, rather than the real life version across the table.

i watched a movie the other night that broke and healed my heart
- i haven't been able to stop thinking:
don't wait.  don't waste a moment on fear or misery, not when there's more to be had.
and there's always more, until there's not, when it's over.
we don't get to know ahead of time, how many days we get to be alive
on this big, gorgeous ball of everything.

the storm skirted us today
it flirted with the sun instead, and lit us all with gold.
i miss every place i've ever been, every face i've ever loved.
and yet, we keep walking and walking, away and toward.
whatever the word is for missing what you've yet to find

that.