broken curses

and all of a sudden it was solved. a problem that persisted with and within this user had simply vanished as if it had never existed. but it had existed, hadn't it?

with an inclination to fathom hardwired into being, it's no wonder that this entity constantly seeks its undoing…lusts for any sliver or scrap of information that holds potential for understanding.

for later

All of the pieces fit together and a world view becomes an unobstructed. As if it were cyclic, no one ever speaks of her again. No one person speaks of the winds who ravished the Indies, or the spirals who leveled the playing field for mother. An organic timeline to promote a humble human being. The dirty skyline closes in on what's left of what some call Man, and all I see is the tail of one lonely comet.

forever

i haven't spoken to you in months. not because i didn't want to, or because you didn't want to. we've just both been so busy that we didn't have much time to catch up and eat a small meal over cracking conversation while we both secretly reminisce about what used to be.

who does have time for that sort of thing?

we should. because i miss you, and i miss the honesty that lays nestled in your eyes.
i miss the complete lack of self confidence you have for yourself and
how i would be there to put it back in and
sew you up when you came undone. what ever happened to us?

what ever happened to you. did we grow up and apart?

i got some service so i called you, because i loved you. you picked up and i had to put you on hold. you hated me for that.

and i broke your heart. and i had no idea.
but you have no idea that you're breaking mine.
how is it, that you can still cause me pain and heartache after all of these years sweetheart?

don't you know that love notes have a recipient field?

listen to these old hymns and understand why i pin metal to my chest. i could never refuse. baby, if you only knew...but i don't think you do.

photographs

isn't it fascinating how you can look at a photograph and fall completely in love with it in a matter of seconds? the subject of the photograph is circumstantial, of course, based on the viewer's taste. but falling deeply in love with a photograph to the point of needing to purchase it, save it, download it, reblog it, etc. is it the subject that we fall in love with, or the idea of manipulating time...if only an instant?

glass houses

the destruction of relationships is a curious thing. everything that we are faced with as human beings is so incredibly fragile. one wrong word or action and everything comes crumbling down. it's astonishing how we build ourselves up and create this idea that somehow we're all strong and can weather anything that's thrown at us. heartbreak, death, etc. the truth though, is that we're all glass houses and we all crack over time, some more than others. and over enough time and experience we all just seem to shatter.

We Are

Even though I had known it, I hadn't really realized it. And it was this realization that stopped my heart. Right now, it's not about what created us, or if there are aliens, or even if Atlantis existed. The only thing that matters right now is us, as a whole. Our entire experience as human beings interacting with one another. It doesn't matter if we're the only intelligent life in the universe. What matters and what we seem to take for granted is that WE are intelligent beings. We're so busy looking for something else to talk to, we don't take a minute and say hello to other human beings. Celebrate us. We are here, now, and we exist.

keep going.

living in fragments of moments really makes one wonder.
it inspires wonder at the odd question of mere existence.

if i were to drive for hours on end...