Saturday, December 13, 2003

Creation breeds creation sustains life and keeps us living. Stop the why's and you'll greet the woes. Turn the leaves with an expressive breeze and though it may scuttle spiders, from a jaded web you'll stay free. Away from art we lose perspective, our souls grow distant, and our blinded lives gold-tinted. In love and in life we must balance our longing for that which we breathe and our need for belonging. These things that we value must inhabit a space where nothing a dollar-bought prize can be placed.


I'm finding inspiration everywhere I look. The difficult part will be to decide how I will funnel it in one direction.

For the last few days I have been teary-eyed at the most random times, from the most random things. It's not that I get sad about the random catalyst per se, but rather the random catalyst evokes a great universal longing and sadness that immediately brings tears to my eyes.

I think crying is healthy and rejuvenating, but I don't do it. Somewhere and somehow in the waning of my adolesence I developed an averse reaction to crying and I have not done so fully or out loud sans two times in the past four years. I think my natural instinct to cry things out is doing its awkward best to resurface in spite of my unwanted disdain for it. But let's hope for some balance. Crying to let emotions out is good. Crying because of colors or other people's pictures and other silly shit is not.