the tree is more than first a seed,
then a stem, then a living trunk,
and then dead timber.
the tree is a slow,
enduring force
straining
to win the sky...
10.22.2007
im tired... in that deep, can't sleep well, cant be happy enough and eat too much sort of way. maybe the word isn't "tired" after all. its looking like "depressed" could possibly work too?
i love reading and talking and listening and growing and writing and changing and painting and rocking and dancing and singing and shouting and crying and sharing and eating and laughing. the world is a small and very sad place without the Love of PEOPLE. what a sweet ride it is...
3 comments:
:( I'm sorry, friend. All I can say is, I understand to some extent, and I know it's crappy. Love you a ton.
i wish i could give you a big hug and make you some coffee and just be with you and just be. I love you.
thanks guys. i wish i could sit on the carpet at the top of your stairs in the roundabout. someday, right? thats what i look forward to... someday.
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