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Fall in the Spring

Been seeing many feathers falling from the sky -- wonder if a bird in flight is ill, or perhaps out for a thrill with a reluctant chick-a-dee... It's odd, they float up, drift down, move up again. I like watching gravity play with them... As soon as you think you are destined to fall, the wind may drift you upward again. How long can you hang in mid-air?

For love...

For him...

Walkin in the Sand

So soon it seems you're not ready to move forward, but only stall in the footsteps familiar to the past. Then you close your eyes, sigh, and move your feet. When you pay attention, you notice your movement. Reluctant, still breathing. Moving on, even without yourself. You just act. React, to the moment, the following, the turbulence felt in every vibration of being, still left behind. This is you. You're phyiscal, you had to move. Did you think you would just have stalled out and rusted to the ground? Organic resemblance, being thawed. You've evolved past trinkets, lockets, chains linked and playful along your wrist. Not as brittle as you would have once solved. Durable you. Insightful, constant. Even wihtout hope you are constant. There is a sweetness in this. A grace to hold under the light that shows why a spirt could outlast a body, and why we fail to conceive greater purposes for ourselves. We think small, yet act large. Body is contradiction. Spirit is restless, and p

And so it is...

I did feel one day like my old self again. Crazy to say this out loud...and not yet 30. I feel like it may be taken away. I was energized, singing, taking in the sunshine, driving around my best friend, and enjoying a cigarette full of the flavor I crave. We just did damage at the store, heading on to the next big event of the day. These are the days I enjoy. These are the days I feel passion, excitement, and alive. Thank you, Christina, for that day.

Silent Bit II

This sickness heeds my insecurities. Senses dehabilitate and scrutinize. I am sour now, plucked after the rain, seasoned by dismissal. I will not know the taste of sweetness, only the air will drift and show me kindness. In this I am listening…waiting for the breeze to muss the stiffness.