For losing important things but not things' importance (my dear friend)
George tells me everyday that he doesn't believe in coincidence. His voice is timelessly soothing and agreeable but I find myself unable to draw conclusions either way. There are so few things in that I can say begin truly independent of everything else in my life. And so, being dependent and ultimately interconnected, the outcomes of these just flow through timeless spaceless meless all noticed but unremarkable, amazing but passing. But a few linger. The ones that didn't arise so haphazard out of pre-existing circumstantial goo. Moments that seem to have a life of there own, as close to an intrinsic beginning that is not part of some greater cycle. And so I am inside the coffee shop in my brain sitting and waiting, the tea and bagel leftovers from some ancestor living vicariously in my new deliberate home. Is this sometime new? Does it slow as in my late night movies? Here, or does it keep steady like it's clocks? She walks through the door and asks who I am; as she fully forms out of her black and white squiggles and grasping static, I am certain this is something wonderful, it is something new.
We dripped our voices all over the cement floor like a jackson pollock painting, making nothingness emerge out of patterns. We judged what broken is so loud through our afternoons and fought for it, our lives. Everything details, everywhere and impossibly unremembered, breathing the same breath into a private ecosphere of our own. Only this once, out of astonishment admiration for how beautiful it was in every way, did I even unconditionally accept the ultimate demise and loss of it all from the moment it began.
"And you're young it's ok
And I'm young it's ok
And we're young it's ok"
So wherever you are...
We dripped our voices all over the cement floor like a jackson pollock painting, making nothingness emerge out of patterns. We judged what broken is so loud through our afternoons and fought for it, our lives. Everything details, everywhere and impossibly unremembered, breathing the same breath into a private ecosphere of our own. Only this once, out of astonishment admiration for how beautiful it was in every way, did I even unconditionally accept the ultimate demise and loss of it all from the moment it began.
"And you're young it's ok
And I'm young it's ok
And we're young it's ok"
So wherever you are...