shadows and ecstasies

sky meets the sea with only forests and rainbows between,
and us...

i am reminded to write these things down

fog comes down from the mountains
and for once the magic is what's real

i was happy for four days, that's something.

stay open, shut down, forget
lest the memory of danger appear, like he did today
the cloud that is my lack of aim...

tiny lives
travelling for work
work / trip

long embrace, a kiss on the lips
keep the memory close

what will it cost to buy back those eyes?

i should say something about endings and acceptance(s) but i can see now they're all the same

what day is it today, tuesday?

saturdays

apparently i have a doppelganger who likes sushi

just because

searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find...

1999

sat with my mom and looked through our respective wedding albums today

i'm not sure i remembered twenty-three when it was happening, but it's all so **** clear now

bourbon dreams

via dale cooper on the book of faces: I must admit I feel...out of sorts. Weeks have gone by. No. Years. (there is a nagging fear it could be decades) Time moves at a peculiar pace. I sense it (time) contains holes, like runs in stockings. The wind whistles through.
Description of my current state: Pieces of myself have been blown apart and spread like dandelion seeds, drifting off in various realities. I know who I am, but not what I am...

or, in other words:
I can catch the moon in my hands
Don't you know who I am...

post script. it's all about freezing time in a skillful way...

theme song

episode 45 of "drummers are a pain in my ass"...

that coupon has expired

wedding colours and fancy snacks and my god what a terror we must have been...

perhaps i was just looking at the wrong end