January 2011
15 posts
What is time compared to our souls?
For they look upon the insides of our hearts,
intertwined and tangled up within the pulls assembled by these teeming strings of life.
A moon that is an early riser and a late sleeper.
And everything is better in the warmth of the sunlight.
Yet, who could forget the beautiful silouettes that emerge underneath the moonlight. The shawdows that follow our steps...
“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But...”
“My humanity is caught up-is inextricably- bound up in yours.”
– Desmond Tutu
Be.
This is for the unknowing will to move, to unite, to go forth, on wards, all towards an invisible lining that exists and remains. Balancing silence. Tell me of a wish, of a storm that calmly speeds up increasing force, from some unknown source.
From underneath mistakes, unspoken words that linger on the tips of our tongues, waiting, folding, burning to be released; liberated from anchors and...
