(no subject)
I am taken back by how things have begun to feel rightways again without any actual resolution. Honesty is more powerful than I thought...and that's saying something as I have never doubted it. It's good to know I am not the only one who feels the changes or sees them. I am not the only one to miss the things that seem to have danced away to enliven some other parallel. Most importantly, I am not the only one to be unsure of how we all seem to have gone from 'there' to 'here'...or maybe the other way around.
How many times have you watched beauty scream?
There is so much I want to go into...but it wouldn't be the wise choice to do so. So I won't. (Hm...won't and want look very similar. Things like that catch my eye.)
Jenn called me this morning to wake me up. Last night I told her about how I was tired of sleeping until 11 and 12 everyday. I have always been fascinated how the air...the same air feels so blatently different in the morning than it does in the afternoon. Really, one of these days, pay extra attention to the way(s) that you breathe it. Notice the length of time it lingers on your tongue and in your lungs. Feel the places it travels to. Morning air is the most enveloping. It fills every bodyspace. In the afternoon you feel it run straightaway to your brain - it doesn't take the time to circle back to the floor thru your feet. At night it rests in your throat and arms. Morning air is most electric, and if you watch for it, you can feel yourself become its circuit.
Maybe all of that is just me...but either way, I am going to go enjoy the remaining hours of my oak exhalations of sparkling synapses.
Oh the joys of being overly poetic without apology. =)
<3
How many times have you watched beauty scream?
There is so much I want to go into...but it wouldn't be the wise choice to do so. So I won't. (Hm...won't and want look very similar. Things like that catch my eye.)
Jenn called me this morning to wake me up. Last night I told her about how I was tired of sleeping until 11 and 12 everyday. I have always been fascinated how the air...the same air feels so blatently different in the morning than it does in the afternoon. Really, one of these days, pay extra attention to the way(s) that you breathe it. Notice the length of time it lingers on your tongue and in your lungs. Feel the places it travels to. Morning air is the most enveloping. It fills every bodyspace. In the afternoon you feel it run straightaway to your brain - it doesn't take the time to circle back to the floor thru your feet. At night it rests in your throat and arms. Morning air is most electric, and if you watch for it, you can feel yourself become its circuit.
Maybe all of that is just me...but either way, I am going to go enjoy the remaining hours of my oak exhalations of sparkling synapses.
Oh the joys of being overly poetic without apology. =)
<3