Winter sunsets- crisp as the crackle of twigs beneath a traveling soul's footsteps.
I only seem to be chasing sunsets. Numbers and figures are of no means to me. Science and progress are only meer fragments of the time and space lodged between dusk on the horizon. No instrument can capture the tune of melodic harmony that sits upon the brink of day to night. No eyes have truly see the beauty of a day until they have witnessed the dwindling fingers of the sun stretch up as if they are searching for the ledge to grasp onto before they fall. The longer you behold the sight, the cleaner you become. A cleansing of the mind with each numbing breath you draw into your lungs. As you sip on the essence of the natural surroundings, you can drift away from the troubles of day to day. Sometimes, I wish i could drink easier.
Drifting so, Drifting so far away unto the cloak of night, doted with lights of hope. Wishes. Dreams. Prayers. Affection. Cheer. Every piece you hold true, released and displayed for the world to view. Every perspective slightly a-skew. Meaningless science will tell you, every "wish" is only a flame, ignited in space, farther away than any human grasp. I refuse to believe. Wishes are a way of Hope, hope is embedded into every human, so that makes me naive. I am completely content.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Limited Time
january 6, 2009
Do you ever have those feelings of pure freedom? Days when you just are burst open from the inside and cleansed?
i have those days, granted the feeling never last's long.
Rain makes me feel that way.
It was about forty-five degree's but i constantly would warm my hand up just to shove it outside of my speeding honda. I couldnt help myself. It became an addiction only for a drive.
i captured the raindrops as they fell 60 mph atleast against my hand. it burned and stung as my fingers went numb but the water trickling down my hand to my wrist just slowly, but surely revived me somehow. the cool beads of water drip drip dripping down to my inner arm tickled as well as froze. Every drop that rushed or slammed into my frail, blue-ing, hand just shocked me each time. A heart jumping and beating beneath my skin as the water pounded with increasing force as i urged the car forward faster.
I would write more, but i felt obligated to share that. Wonder if maybe anybody else had felt that before as well?
Do you ever have those feelings of pure freedom? Days when you just are burst open from the inside and cleansed?
i have those days, granted the feeling never last's long.
Rain makes me feel that way.
It was about forty-five degree's but i constantly would warm my hand up just to shove it outside of my speeding honda. I couldnt help myself. It became an addiction only for a drive.
i captured the raindrops as they fell 60 mph atleast against my hand. it burned and stung as my fingers went numb but the water trickling down my hand to my wrist just slowly, but surely revived me somehow. the cool beads of water drip drip dripping down to my inner arm tickled as well as froze. Every drop that rushed or slammed into my frail, blue-ing, hand just shocked me each time. A heart jumping and beating beneath my skin as the water pounded with increasing force as i urged the car forward faster.
I would write more, but i felt obligated to share that. Wonder if maybe anybody else had felt that before as well?
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