Saturday, October 17, 2009
ENOUGH warm clothes to wear when it's cold.
ENOUGH time to get naked when it's warm.
PAPER for writing things down on. Writing things out-of-ones-heart. But also fear. And stupid things. Things that make one feel stupid and aged. Or too young. Or incomplete. Those things. Paper is good for that.
STORIES. oh YeS. Mmmn...because once in a while you just have to go another direction. Lose your mind. Leave it there.
PEACE SIGNS are kind of cool. That's a neat expression. Peace signs look like tipi's. Tipi's remind me of people who sit in grass and do tedious work, but with their mind like the sky and their feet like the ground.
COFFEE - ground. Coffee. yes.
EYES. The eyes of people who hurt, but grow. People who make mistakes, but make them better. People who wear their shirt inside out and those old paint-stained jeans. People who take up S P A C E.
ROSES. Dew stained roses. ugh. Not in a bad way "ugh"...in a way that's like, "UGH - I want to bite you dew-stained-rose, fragrant rose, rose that reminds me of the setting sun and the rising moon."
Well, anyway sometimes I do bite them.
And guess what?
They also taste good.
They taste like how I want to be inside. Crisp, fragrant, delicate, but vibrant-delicate, sensitive and ephemeral.
MUSIC. Expansive. Bliss inducing. Hip moving. Shoulder releasing. Music that stimulates deep intoxication. Or the urgency to touch someone. (I don't know how much peace there is in urgency, but oh well).
DARK PLACES, where letting go counts and time stands still.
Have I said enough? OOPS - I'm not to 17 yet.
CHANGE. Changing my mind that I don't want to write 17 things, I only want to write 12. That makes me feel peaceful.
only writing 12.