"No one in their family took the direct approach, preferring to flutter in wordless sympathy about a sufferer, like a moth around a candle flame, getting its wings singed. It was as if they'd all signed a contract to keep things calm and even-paced, to never look beneath the surface where the bad things lurked. Unfortunately, no one had explained ( Read more... )

Take off your glasses and the whole world goes soft,
Gentle like.
Can't get hurt by what you can't see,
Right?
Long as you stay out of the road,
Glowing balls of filigreed gold
Blazing to the horizon.
Why would you give this up
To have eyes that work?

Silent,
The thoughts of others
Precede me to eternity
And I think them, too.
There are just six billion ways to see
Give or take a few.
Silent,
The thoughts of others
Light this jagged path
I'll follow to its jagged ends.
No matter how I do the math
I'm short six billion friends.
Silent,
The thoughts of others
Are all we really have.

It's another resurrection
The past never dies it just reverberates
And I am a transference of recurrent
DNA drives
Not yet deprived
Of motion
Eternal
Only the way dawn is eternal
And the eagle's cry
It's all an illusion
Deception of the senses
It's all real
This is all there is
Concurrent
Mutually exclusive
Life

"A half-brained child on the Internet is not a dream now, but when I talked about this possibility three years ago it sounded too good to be true!" -from Half a Brain is Enough: The Story of Nico

*giggle*

I know myself like I know the air
I breath
I am
I know myself like I know the earth
Deep rich soil
Worked
By unseen hands
I breath
I am
I know myself like I know the sun
Warm radiance
Flowing
Gently against the surface
Of all that I am
I know myself like I know the seasons
Changing
In a perpetual pattern
Green growth
Then cold silent rest

"Even when high-quality ingredients are used, they can still be dangerous to factory workers exposed to large quantities of them over long periods. Skin diseases are most common - chocolate dermatitis, sugar dermatitis and grocer's itch. Then there is silicosis from inhaling sugar, as well as simple tooth decay from the factory atmosphere, citric ( Read more... )

"How do we change the world? When I was forty years old I thought I had all the answers. I knew exactly what the word 'love' meant and how the world was going to be saved. I don't know anymore." -from Riding the Rails: Teenagers on the Move During the Great Depression by Errol Lincoln Uys

I haven't drawn for awhile ( Read more... )

Happiness is not a static state. It's a movement from one thing to the next. It's a process. It's a shifting in being/thinking/doing. You could compare it to light/color or sound/tone. Stop the vibrations there is no light. Stop the variations there is no color. Stop the vibrations there is no sound. Stop the variations there is no tone. ( Read more... )