slapstick

i'm trying to put into file folders the feelings i've had over a few things lately trying to organize the way i look at them and resort my understandings---there is a coldness to my intentions. not that they are bad or unsavory, but what i'm really looking for is a root, rather than an event, a cause not an effect.

i am looking for the root to my longings: smiles, closeness with others, a carefullness in my words, charity, loss, memory. these things are mine. i am keeping them in whispers beneath the floorboards of my mind, safe, understandable and every so often, i pull them out, shake the dust from them and admire that i've been fortunate enough to gather such a fine collection of longings.

2004-06-24 | 1:42 p.m.
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