Such Comfort, Ensconced in a Warm Place
Living life with only two aspirin and a handful of phone numbers to my name. I can no longer tell the difference between things. I wonder what it is that the heart moves toward with such cosmic inertia.
I have taken a moment to pause and pay respect to the colossal enigma of life and how we should live and what we should seek and value and what we should tell our friends and our lovers and the vague sense of desire that has neither dulled nor dissipated nor been fulfilled in the entire time I have been alive.
What makes things so heavy today?
I have taken a moment to pause and pay respect to the colossal enigma of life and how we should live and what we should seek and value and what we should tell our friends and our lovers and the vague sense of desire that has neither dulled nor dissipated nor been fulfilled in the entire time I have been alive.
What makes things so heavy today?