my idea of life is endless
| April 17, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, theories |
each day, we crack open a bottle of wine and talk about our lives. where we’re headed, where we’re at, and where we can’t wait to be…sometimes it spans time, events, realities and dreams..it’s a pretty huge spectrum. other times, it is derived from people..i want to be doing what she’s doing. not the same career but the same place, feeling, height..level of comfort..i want to feel what she’s feeling. in many encounters, we are sore. our eyes are dry, and our faces redden. we hold each other tenderly, bitterly, asking for help, hungrily…because there is no shame in what the eyes may say.
after our heads clear, we all walk away as if nothing happened. we put things down, and we pick them back up. in all ways, we are each other’s recyclers. there is nothing that can compare to a burn, a drop, falling to ashes. only to be left as embers, waiting to have life and air blown back.
