Sunday, May 28, 2006

the second whispers

My mind wants to expand violently. I am starving for thought, anything philosophical or religious. Music becomes as necessary as breathing and my eyes seek color relentlessly. People are fascinating to me and I constantly sense god.

It is a strange time. Of grief and release.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

polder model

We are not as simple as friends would have
us to meet their needs. Yet love is simple.