Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Been a long time since a.....

Rock and roll. Yeah, you heard it here first.

I'm a big fan of the font Arial. I love it much more then Times New Roman.

I believe that Arial is the way of the future. As I believe in you and me. I believe that the stars above are all we should be concerned with. We've figured out Earth. Now let's figure out how to get off it. We delay with our personal tantrums. We trip on our indifference, the scope of us diminishing by our lack of team effort. Where the lines are drawn. Where the great divide lurks. In your heart. Each and every one of us.

There is a manifesto sleeping in a server. Waiting in digital form. Unheard but waiting to say so much. Where your heart skips at the site of watching his head explode. Where the blood inside your heart wavers as his blood splashes outward. There is pause.

I have forgotten to write to you. To let you know that it's going to be okay. That this world will spin. With or without us. That its trajectory too lies beyond the stars it currently neighbors. It will become something anew. And we will still be a part of it. In particles. We were born from the stars. A scientist will tell you that. The matter that is you. Every particle and atom born from the cosmos on a long journey of evolution. How we grow from nothing to something to nothing, to something. So how will it happen?

There is something special about watching a child's eyes grow with wonder at the sight of something fantastic, something pure. Unadulterated. That's a good word. It means so much. I remember when I enjoyed Luke Skywalker and Santa Claus too. Even Jesus meant so much more as a kid. Before the wool of death is slowly pulled from across your eyes, and you see, as adults do. When the blood slows, the gravity sets in, and the spin of this world takes us closer, and closer, to the core of things.

What would you give to rewind your thoughts?

I can't tell you what it's like to be a writer. I haven't finished being one. I'm not sure why I feel I'm not old enough to attempt a novel. I just do. I believe there is something inside myself that hasn't matured enough yet. It also can't be about money or livelihood. It must be simply to be. Or maybe the story simply hasn't occurred to me yet.

Some times I worry I simply don't possess the patience.

Disjointed phrases from a heart and mind conjoined.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Inspired

I was handed a small silver token.

With the word Prosperity written along the back.

On the front was the small poorly carved relief of an angel clasping her hands....

My life has completely changed for the better.

Small deeds. Small good deeds.

I will prosper in happiness.

I hope.