Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered Hush.
And that's my comfort--that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream?
Except heaven is a hope , and eden is a memory .
Barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn't you think?
I love the sea because it is boundless.
Now the birds & trees & the moroccan kitties are my muse.
We didn't want to waste this second chance
What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?
I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.
How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.
For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?
I promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative. Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath. Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept aw...
And yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.
Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.
On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free.I gorged myself until my tummy ached.
I still believe in God; the teachings of Jesus even, but the rest of Christianity... its Bible, its churches, its dogma-- only sets up boundaries between people and cultures. It denies the beauty of b...