go

Recently I have been feeling lost in familiar places.  I have had it suggested that I might be experiencing some spiritual discontent.  They may be onto something.

It is a good thing that skill level, experience, finances, time zones and oceans mean nothing to God.  Being willing to go means a lot to Him though.

this

I don’t want to talk,

The sound will make me crack.

Your glassy eyes are enough,

I caused them, it’s too much.

I dropped it

You carried it soo close

But I dropped it

You didn’t see it coming,

Thought I was just as careful.

The crash was so loud,

Shattered pieces on the ground.

I dropped it

You carried it soo close

But I dropped it.

if she could

proof of life

Though the audience of this may never grow to where two numbers stand side by side in solidarity and proclaim that there is something of worth hidden amongst the words, I will write this as though to you, but for me. 

I have told them before, though not enough, that I am constantly blown away by the creativity and talent of my friends.  Song, spoken word, written word, film, photography, paint.  Being around them makes me excited about the potential to form something that will live on as proof of our time together, and that we lived.