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hair of flowers,
by yawn of birds

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lenses

05/12/2009

where are we? i can't even begin to understand where you are. i wish i could provide a little bit more insight, a little bit more understanding, comfort. then again, i guess i kinda fucked up. well. minus the kinda.

remind me to tell you about something beautiful.

remind me to tell you about the sunset today. i didn't see the sun when it dropped below the horizon and drew closed the curtain on today, but i saw the aftermath. the sky above was midnight blue--almost black, but not yet, not quite. it faded rapidly into an eggshell blue, the last light drifting. the horizon was edged with pink and gold. imagine pouring night and day into a cup but not mixing them. night above, day below. stars speckled everything and all around were vapour-trails of clouds, stretching and feathering, back and forth, like angel wings.

remind me, too, to tell you about how sad it is when someone has a gift and they don't love it.

oops.

i didn't want to be that someone.

but i guess i chose this? did i choose my heart to be this color?

maybe our bodies are just vessels--they don't matter at all, all you need is to listen to the rest.

just a vessel for something so much bigger.

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Zen

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beautiful. ♥

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