all of the songs ever written– they don’t speak of a love like ours– at the base its unquestioned solidity– a dependable knowledge of what is– certain beyond a doubt– nothing meaningless is possible. i revel in it– enjoy its eb and flow make time and space for it to exist but my heart– …
you make me laugh when you call me on things of which i was unaware.
perfecting the art of crazy– pioneering new experience.
i love you, dammit. you self-centered, charming beauty; you’ve got me.
why not just not cry? detaching from the process allows unfolding…
my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
phenomenal– the moving of emotions with pencil and paper
overrun and overcome by the river of emotion– the soft insistent flow that surges without explanation– a wandering thought gives rise to the butterflies that live inside my stomach and travel through my body (to some places more than others) when you come to mind. moving through carefully placed postures and understood roadblocks– the logic of them unable to assuage the …
settling into the wordpress wormhole– vibrant, new community
i am a little crazy– it’s true– but of course my friend, so are you.
the edges of myself 