no time for new writing...suppose I'll post some old...

06.21.10

If you swallow the darkness, must you first evict the light?

How can You still be You if you're living inside me? Do you choose not to look into the

darkplaces? Are they somehow not dark or are they somehow not me?

I wear this world like a cheap pair of sunglasses, to dim what seems too bright.
I am deeply afraid of the dark and equally frightened by light.

I live in a state of twighlight that exists in my own mind

Numbing all the good and bad-I sell myself on "fine".

07.18.10

Sitting at a coffee shop watching the rain and begging for inspiration. The great frustration is that inspiration is a force I can't control. It comes from the great Uncontrolable one and is a gift that I can't shrink, counterfeit, or make manageable. There is no algabraic combination of coffee, art, or good music that will produce the perfect creative exhale I can't control it any more than I can control my breath. The discipline is not in forcing myself to box out a certain amount of hours in the day, bucks in the budget, or songs on the ipod. The discipline comes in dropping everything when the wave comes, riding as far as it will go, and picking back up my life when it washes back out.

Wow

Most girls don't have a great relationship with their father.

Most people never have the privilige of having a true best friend.

I have been blessed with 3 "best friends"....the chief of whom is my dad.

I swear I must be God's favorite.