Monday, January 31, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
Manage my ability to be involved in the mystical. Not too much so as to rock the boat. I wish that there was a way to become good at knowing what to say. I am saying I would take that class. If my encouraging words are seldom heard it is because I am in
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Friday, January 21, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
If today could last forever.
I would hold her like there is no tommorow.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
He Gives and Takes Away
My hand is gripping the things I call mine. The things I build myself from, and out of, and for. My hand begs the question "Can I possess?"
I need ownership to feel alive, but is feeling alive and being a living soul the same thing?
In my pile of comfort, covered in expensive feathers, plucked from expendable geese, I try to hide from possibility and from providence. From the taker.
Life is not mine. They are not mine. She is not mine. Is anything mine?