it IS easier to be breathing

it's time to get around to being younger falling in love witht he branches of trees and the way they sway leaves making love sunlight dancing between the branches the wind presses us all forward and i can't help but think about the sky line during hail. everything is so choppy, so splotched out across the sky and between the heavy falling bits of water locked into tight curls and balls is the city, desolate. full and alone. we all die alone.

we spring forth long and dramatic from the womb of a a screaming woman who will love us for the pain we inflicted on her. i'm thinking about war. when people are at war and the are put into drastic situation and locked in ccages, P.O.W.s etc. they can always clal on each other. their spirit is linked from the day they lean forth from the haze and shit and muck and take their first bite of the steak the army had shipped over for them. blood on their lips, frost bitten, they know the world they live in. they take four hour showers and stand beneath the water letting it run across their shoulder blades and know that their memories were there for them. they had that one girl, that one friend in mind,t hat one song and a man to lean against. a man they almost died with and they are like mothers and children. joined by pain.

i'm thinking abou yogi and our drama useless and trite. long winded hate with no point and now we can only laugh at ourselves.

i am thinking about the way pain brings us all closer together then rips us apart.

we are all magnets drawing forth the best we have to offer and sending it reeling toward the nearest opposite, then pulling ourselves away.

i love the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

2002-11-23 | 4:44 p.m.
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