Sadness is not something to be feared.
So many people confuse this with other things
like anger or fear.
They try to hide it,
to ignore it or worse,
to deny it.
But I think that when you can face it,
when you can sit in it and explore all of its complexities,
its shapes, colours, and oddicies,
It can really change you, creatively.
Something unique comes out of sadness,
something uniquely personal
And with that perspective changes
for me, its always for the better.
The mind settles
and happiness blooms.
not joy, but simple happiness.
life luminated by a soft white light.
like dawn.
or rain or fresh snow.
Sadness is a cleansing of the Soul
and the Soul is a resevoir for creativity.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Don't Drink the Salt Water.
My mind wanders farther than I dare follow.
my thoughts are scrambled, and
fade without conclusion.
i am restless
because i cannot understand the reasons
that hide behind this mess.
day old love,
gone dry and stale
gone yet always lingering, consistant as
wind blowing against salt stained sails.
i am suffocating
between pillows and threadcounts.
all the while, praying for a bottle
to come up to the shore with the waves.
my thoughts are scrambled, and
fade without conclusion.
i am restless
because i cannot understand the reasons
that hide behind this mess.
day old love,
gone dry and stale
gone yet always lingering, consistant as
wind blowing against salt stained sails.
i am suffocating
between pillows and threadcounts.
all the while, praying for a bottle
to come up to the shore with the waves.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Point and Shoot
moments of my life flicker
from behind a blue screen.
each and every moment
precisely documented,
despite the growing fogginess of memory.
what stories are told, from behind a lens
what is not said,
but can be seen.
what is not seen,
but can be felt.
what has been left behind
and what stays with us
as infinity runs its course.
from behind a blue screen.
each and every moment
precisely documented,
despite the growing fogginess of memory.
what stories are told, from behind a lens
what is not said,
but can be seen.
what is not seen,
but can be felt.
what has been left behind
and what stays with us
as infinity runs its course.
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