i'm about to go to bed, and i'm still wearing my shoes. my 34 years have finally caught up with me & i'm really scared, because every last part of me wants to run away so fast right now. but i'm not giving up. i know i have to learn this lesson.
i must learn to trust that not every relationship ends in abandonment.
today i am grateful for:
here you are, on the last day of august, completely calm and content:
in front lies the imminent reminder of how small you are. yet there you are:
in full embrace of this never-ending expanse of cloud in the sky.
out there in front of us, as Nature, we perceive such awe-inspiring vastness
as a kind of testament to life.
inside of us, as Human Nature, we receive that same vastness
with panic and discontent. it is easy to allow it to consume us, paralyze us.
and a kind of entropy occurs.
it’s funny how we feel so desperately alone when we are afraid,
yet we are so universally bound by this emotion.
there is so much more i want to say to you, Todd,
but i figured i’d start with this picture, and with the reminder
that our experience of this vastness can be so quickly transformed
(not always, but we can try regardless)
with just a bit of sunshine, some cheddar cheese, a few beers,
and in the company of a friend. add a dash of music,
and a few stray cows, and voila…
i love you, sweetheart.
samira
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
–e. e. cummings
i needed that more than i realized.
See Kelly’s pictures.
thank you for driving the whole way up & the whole way down. for letting me sleep, even when i don’t want you to. for keeping me newcastled & watered. for holding me, loving me, making love to me. for sharing your spoken and unspoken words. for cracking me open one gesture at the time. you’re incredible.
I’ve been thinking too much about you See the sunset with no sleep at all Constantly thinking about you And I can’t get through this at all
I’ve been thinking too much about you I’ve been staring at the floor I’ve listened to all the tunes I love but made me feel quite blue
I’ve been thinking too much about you See the sunrise still no sleep at all Constantly thinking about you And my eyelids won’t close at all
–Trentemoller, Moan
I’ve been thinking too much about you I’ve been climbing up the walls I’ve taken all the drugs I love but made me feel quite blue without you (last 2 stanzas courtesy of dosborne)
i keep thinking if i just sit still, some answer will come to me. there must be a reason for it all. but my heart keeps hurting, keeps pounding out this dull aching pain, there are times i’d rather break it, so it would stop already.
