Monday, August 16, 2010

burst into beautifulness

I'm watching a bug on my wall. It's quite fascinating because he/she is using it's antennae to look for something, but there's nothing on the wall that it could remotely relate to. I'm thinking about the foreign shore, about the Brazilian sunset in my living room, and how my hands are moving faster than my mind. Every day I think about cutting my hair, donating money to the poor, actually making an effort with people this time, and every day, it's just me and my fan, listening to each others' forced noises.

1 comment:

desert eagle said...

unexpected familiarity that teaches us things about ourselves in silent still moments.