August 2011
i want to become acutely aware of all i’ve taken for granted.
i really love words. and i think about them all the time. the way they fit together, the way they change things. words are powerfull.
infinitely hoping and never satisfied.
and a love like this.
killing me with kindness.
words in progress.
has there ever been a reason for this insistent longing within one’s chest?
everything old can be new again.
forever incoherent.
we are the makers of music and the dreamers of dreams.
i’m drowning in you and i like it so much.
the range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. and because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change what we fail to notice until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds.
don’t place your happiness in someone else’s hands, because once their gone… well you know.
i am the ocean, i am the sea, there is a world inside of me.