possibilityyyy

staring at the morning, swallowing fear... feet on ground, i want this, i want. i want, and my emptiness is only more hunger, more desire... my fear is the edges, shaky like wrong wired computers... each signal only ever coming in code. i grip possibility, firmly. taste sweet hope on my teeth. maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe even today.

to want, to want and to have. it's strange the manifestation of our desires.

i feel like i'm walking out onto open water... nothing but possibility and big open space... and depth and sweet beautiful blue... i gasp at all the space, not sure what to do with it. i can tie a million string into a billion knots with shaky hands to waste time and make me feel like i'm holding onto something.

or i can breath in, exhale, and sail sweetly against the beautiful sheet of glass beneath my feet.

2006-08-26