" deep south "

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waiting quietly in the corners, the glints of refracted lights shine in the shadows. when i see you pass by, i am looking at a stranger. i feel nothing at all.

my eyes ache with the lack of moisture. seeking, metering the blinking, holding out my arms to the world, screaming out into the void.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are a stranger, you are a stranger.

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waiting for you in the streets, the sun is out and high in a clear blue. i see you walking towards me with the light of the bright star at your back, as if ushered forward with a golden haloed outline. overcome by a great love, i feel everything.

my heart aches with a swell and everything in the universe blurs away is a haze. i lift up my arms to you and welcome you into them, whispering my hellos.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are the only person i have ever known.

tonight's homework:

no matter the argument, rift, or quarrel, find a way towards understanding and reconciliation.

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" graduated nostalgia "

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and we always seem to find ourselves here in this place, longing for a home far away. we miss there when we're here, and here when we're there. endless longing for a time fleeting, for a place in transition, for a life already lived.

to sense these shifts and be present in the current moment or location, fuels this nostalgia. and what do we do to recreate those distant happinesses, experiences, meals, lifestyles? can we get as close to a time machine as much as possible, or is it all moot?

but still we feel the pull for the known past in the wake of an unknown future. while not entirely blissfully at unawares, we still retain that level of bliss. to know that the world around us, and the endless possibility of going to those myriad of desired destinations.

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 something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge. 
 to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity… 
 it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both. 
 outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution. 
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something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge.

to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity…

it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both.

outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution.

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