writing is the coloring in of all the gray matter in our heads, it is the lift and glow and warmth that make the day that much more tolerable. and if at the end of the day we have only managed to bring a large collection of thoughts to a very small family of listeners, we will still count our hopeful golden fortunes, one by one, begging them to reveal more of their story.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
exercise
the hearts countdown always end when spring arrives in damp soil. if only the sun would allow the water a place to stretch its wings.
the waiting is faltering and dry with fear. the waiting is confusion hoping for a beat.
2 comments:
hey
Thanks for writing this.
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