November 2011
14 posts
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How we once were
At times, on a gentle night, you would find me watching the moon, watching the moon watching me. You never asked what I was doing, as if it all made perfect sense. Did it? Some days, the world so sweetly aglow, I would find you at sunset, studying everything, fully enraptured, your gaze laden with concern, as though you feared it might soon be lost. Did you? Everyday, at no particular point in...
The house you shouldn't build
It started with a brick, A brick and a bit of mortar, I built myself a wall. I should have made it shorter. It was odd at first, there were things I couldn’t see. But soon I got used to it, just another part of me. It started with a wall, A wall made of brick. But I knew how to build, so the house went up quick. It was cozy at first. No… different sounds better. I couldn’t feel...
Why
If ever there was a deadly question, “why” would be a cold-blooded killer. It would twist more viciously your heart than even the darkest thriller. “Why” doesn’t sneak quietly in the night, it knocks calmly and softly at your heart and mind. Innocent, curious, simply searching for an answer, But infecting every little thing it can find. “Why” doesn’t...
In the Beginning...
God loaded a 12 gauge with stars and let rip on the night sky.
deepanddarkandeternallyhigh:
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
—Rumi
deepanddarkandeternallyhigh:
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
—Eden Phillpotts
That Secret That You Know
There’s a bird in a cage. In a cage in a house. On a sweet summer wind, one might hear a touch of birdsong. It rattled the cage, a constant reminder of promised freedom. Maybe one day I’d set it free, to sing to the world of love. I didn’t. It died. Cold and still. And soon, I followed. “No.” And there I was, the moment still fresh. Missed opportunity, how...
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I remember
I remember when happiness belonged to us. I remember the days when humans marveled at their own existence. I remember when Descartes was still famous for saying “Je pense, donc je suis.” I remember growing up in a time when that all changed. I remember Watson on Jeopardy, and how everyone thought he was great, even though he didn’t always get it quite right. I remember how quickly he learned...
