December 23, 2009 § Leave a comment
Inspiration comes when shelter has been provided, food is available, and contemplation is allowed a slow, running boil. After this it is solely an action missing.
December 13, 2009 § Leave a comment
It all was yesterday. The feeling of loss. Randomness rampant from the quiet rest in bed till waking morning today. Even though the feeling of deprived DST darkness outside is midnight, reality says 5:45 p.m. Listening to the barks and chirps, the sirens and rushed wind from a car on the next block wakes another reality–a now reality. What good can happen today? The alarm goes off. 5:45. This time morning. A week of waking seconds before the alarm, anticipating the nothingness, hearing the same after the same electric morning melody, thinking the repeating random thought. It all was yesterday. What good can happen today? Again today. 5:45.