To listen to again because today felt like it

I seem to come back to this song a lot. It hovers and lingers around somewhere, possibly in all the spaces between the minutes and seconds. There are just so many things around me and you and everyone that we can't shine our eyeballs and our thoughts on all at once. But then, by chance we do pick out something. And the little things we notice and pause to think about and connect with, even if for a fleeting moment, compiled would make for a patchwork quilt of human textures. I love these little transient observations, and they make me both incredibly happy and sad; people transform the things they experience all the time, yet these moments are often forgotten and/or not thought to be shared ---these little secret moments of the self. 

When I read or hear of these moments, I want to say "I really liked that moment you had." But when I say such things, I feel silly. Sometimes my thoughts just do an injustice to whatever it was that just WAS. Maybe it is also that I think to myself "Who cares whether I like something or not." Sharing seems to impose a vague ME onto everything. .

Can't wear them all

Today, I saw the story of a man and woman whose interactions were punctuated by long silences, and I wondered what they were thinking to themselves during those quiet pauses. What were they looking at? The moment felt itself becoming something. And then I thought to myself that the very same situations, for me, seemed more noisy and hectic, despite the same duration of silences and pauses. ..................................................................................... I question my own reality, and wonder whether I am actually the one acting to be a human when the actor and actress are the true humans. I've spent my lifetime thus far trying to figure out how to act like a person. And then realize that I've put on one too many coats, and I can't seem to find which is the right one I'm supposed to be wearing.

Something stirring

 Scared because you aren't the same person you used to be. But you feel that person coming back, and it feels good. Can your body keep up? Can you see past the mirrors and reflections that remind you what you believe you have become?  

Cycle in a cycle in a cycle in a cycle in a cycle in a...

Life, death.  Wake, sleep.  Breakfast, lunch, dinner.  Send, receive. Love, hate.  Days, hours, minutes, seconds.  Walk, stand, sit, stop. 

All this punctuated by momentary illusions.

A moment is enough

"if we had met, when would it have been

and how wonderful would it have been"

is what i would say if a dream materialized for a moment.

sometimes, i would like to fade into a happy mist

Hello Hope, it has been a while...

You go outside, and the crisp nighttime air causes you to look up at the sky and the stars. And somehow your eyes travel with the air particles and everything you are and were disperses into some expansive universe. Instead of the hope for a better life, the hope for a better home, the hope for a better future, this Hope just takes you to meet Wonder but without the presence of Direction.  

Me

i just want to be...but there seems to be no place to rest.
Experience would give me much to talk about--- if it weren't for the vacuum that was my walkabout.