January 2009
9 posts
innocent son. fleet foxes
on repeat nightly.
i dont want to be scared anymore.
to be with
to be without.
It does not break the heart.
i miss dancing with my whole heart.
The silence is so complete he can hear
the whispers inside him. Mostly names
of women. Women gone or dead. The ones
we loved so easily. What is it, he wonders,
that we had then and don’t have now,
that we once were and are no longer.
It seemed natural to be alive back then.
Soon there will be only the raccoon’s
tracks in the snow down by the river.
-Winning on the Black, Jack...
for today.
stork & owl. tv on the radio.
2009.
for this year.
uncensored photographs. words. expression.
true speak. true thoughts. true action.
healthy food choices.
learn. expand. grow. love fully.
daily meditation.