Avalanche
There is an avalanche on the brink
Waiting for a whisper
To break it's hold from the top of the earth
It holds tightly, but its soul is weak
When I think of you, I will not say your name
But your face, your teeth, will play like pictures
How you walk across the room
And finally your hands in goodbye
My heart is young as your mind
We could sit and say nothing for hours
Look into mine one more time
And smile
There is a light that soon will dim
Washed out by a settling mist
It comes so quietly you are barely ever aware
Somebody else
It's late and I've slipped into the dark again
I barely remember how to use my hands to spell out what I mean to say
I feel nervous and embarrassed, but at least I finally feel like there is something inside. Something inside which I can explain. I hate feeling dry and empty.
My music still feels boring. I can't get through two chords without giving up. Today I sang and played together for those two chords and wrote a corresponding line. That's the best I've done in over 8 months.
It felt surprising.I watched something which illuminated fidelity today
I am both longing for and terrified of this in such circumstances
I've been thinking about asking someone, or simply taking a day to dwell on the question of what exactly love is.
I suppose we've been asking that since the creation of the world.
But, I now have come to my own stand still because I am at a loss for how it is clarified. Because it never really stops right? It just keeps growing and expanding and going deeper and deeper, and the moment it stops is its own poison. So how can you ever define love when its only purpose is to exceed the boundaries of definition? And, if I cannot grasp it, how is it that I will ever come to do so? Here is what I see so far:
care, patience, honesty, delight, protection, humility, service, respect, comfort, trust, balanceProblem:
I think I am afraid to loveMystery: Why?
I wish I could believe that we are all on par
I still count your errors against you
And tally your points
I wish I could grasp that every single person on this planet is walking the same plain
Dust
I feel the specks trickling down from the silver moon
How did I get this far from you?
My heart can't take the distance, it breaks me to endure
So I sit and sit and sit, just to drink you up all I can
If only by osmosis should I take in all your light
You are so illustrious my soul explodes
And a million little pieces settle across the floor like dust
