Home is where the he(art) is
*
i am in here...
yet i am alive...
*
feeling more solid than i have in a long time.
sacrificing leads to security.
when its just you versus the mountain its good to know how you measure up.
them human hands pressed against cold hard stone, and human mind probing against the sky and snow...
no job no cash no time but im okay with that.
(it was in the cards)
its all about having faith in your abilities, and that giant river (of misdirect) that keeps on flowing. sometimes you can fight it, but mostly you gotta just let it flow through you, washing what you dont need away.
used to be id scour my insides with acid, neon pathways blazing in dawnlit beaches and wind and emptiness burning neurons into strungout wonder...
now its learning to stand and be strong with the tide moving in out under through and all around you.
wait while i lie in the desert and get washed away, bleached-tree bones remaining, stretching, scraping the sky...
the birds the birds...
...
i dunno.
just putting it out there.
too much coffee and im worried about the tower.
~~~
EDIT... this too, has been happening a lot lately. quiet and subversive, the peices are falling together. a good sign. :)
i am in here...
yet i am alive...
*
feeling more solid than i have in a long time.
sacrificing leads to security.
when its just you versus the mountain its good to know how you measure up.
them human hands pressed against cold hard stone, and human mind probing against the sky and snow...
no job no cash no time but im okay with that.
(it was in the cards)
its all about having faith in your abilities, and that giant river (of misdirect) that keeps on flowing. sometimes you can fight it, but mostly you gotta just let it flow through you, washing what you dont need away.
used to be id scour my insides with acid, neon pathways blazing in dawnlit beaches and wind and emptiness burning neurons into strungout wonder...
now its learning to stand and be strong with the tide moving in out under through and all around you.
wait while i lie in the desert and get washed away, bleached-tree bones remaining, stretching, scraping the sky...
the birds the birds...
...
i dunno.
just putting it out there.
too much coffee and im worried about the tower.
~~~
EDIT... this too, has been happening a lot lately. quiet and subversive, the peices are falling together. a good sign. :)