man I wish I wrote this, mondays
Among the many gifts I got on my birthday, this one's my favorite. I captured some of the pages I liked best, taking this sculptural work to a personal level, to describe exactly how I feel most days -- as though hours and minutes and seconds are never enough -- because there is so much to do and so much more I want to do; an endless string of days when I feel it isn't enough to be alive.
How much ancient suffering is there in the smiles and glances?
What relief would it be for the world to lose some of its contents?
The bright silence argued, time filled the room.
Full of ideas and projects, I wanted a night that would not end.
How much ancient suffering is there in the smiles and glances?
What relief would it be for the world to lose some of its contents?
The bright silence argued, time filled the room.
Full of ideas and projects, I wanted a night that would not end.