Sleeping on an unmade bed... Finding out whenever there is comfort, there is pain.
Sometimes it just strikes me so suddenly,
that there's so much that goes unnoticed in this world.
It's so easy to get bogged down and overwhelmed, with all the bullsh*t of life.
One day I picked up my cat, and it hit me that I was holding her whole life in my arms.
A whole soul, a whole mind, a little heart that was beating into the crook of my elbow.
My cat can sit for hours - feeling the sun, feeling the breeze, looking left and right... & just existing
I lie on the grass near the beach; the fading sun slants in sidewards through my eyelashes
the light splinters into a thousand facets and creates circular rainbows that wax and coalesce.
Standing on the dancefloor of a dank and smoky nightclub.
The glowing ash from someone's cigarette drops onto the blackened floor.
Unknowingly, a patron kicks it... red-lit embers scatter, linear across the floor & for a moment I'm pressed in by silence, enchanted.
I study with the window thrown open to the spring.
I really like hands;
hands are so tactile.
They tell a whole story of the sensual touch, the longings, the light touch of a lover in the curve of one's back.
They get roughened and weathered; lined with the creases of lifelong work.
The beauty of hands pleases me far more
Than the simple aesthetics of the face.
...............
We went to see The Guild League play at the Empress.
All night I smiled, elated, at everyone.
Happy to finally be out of the house.
We come home and keep slow time
In the green-glow light of my CD stereo.
that there's so much that goes unnoticed in this world.
It's so easy to get bogged down and overwhelmed, with all the bullsh*t of life.
One day I picked up my cat, and it hit me that I was holding her whole life in my arms.
A whole soul, a whole mind, a little heart that was beating into the crook of my elbow.
My cat can sit for hours - feeling the sun, feeling the breeze, looking left and right... & just existing
I lie on the grass near the beach; the fading sun slants in sidewards through my eyelashes
the light splinters into a thousand facets and creates circular rainbows that wax and coalesce.
Standing on the dancefloor of a dank and smoky nightclub.
The glowing ash from someone's cigarette drops onto the blackened floor.
Unknowingly, a patron kicks it... red-lit embers scatter, linear across the floor & for a moment I'm pressed in by silence, enchanted.
I study with the window thrown open to the spring.
I really like hands;
hands are so tactile.
They tell a whole story of the sensual touch, the longings, the light touch of a lover in the curve of one's back.
They get roughened and weathered; lined with the creases of lifelong work.
The beauty of hands pleases me far more
Than the simple aesthetics of the face.
...............
We went to see The Guild League play at the Empress.
All night I smiled, elated, at everyone.
Happy to finally be out of the house.
We come home and keep slow time
In the green-glow light of my CD stereo.