Wednesday, July 1, 2009
lay back and watch the fires pass overhead
we're getting the first good rain of the monsoon season and it's fucking brilliant. My front yard is something of a river, but the air smells of the earth and things are for a moment, beautiful.
I've been feeling somewhat lost lately, caught between the foreboding notion of being an unchangeable constant and the image of who or what I want to be. I can't seem to break the cycles I've been slowly forming in stone beneath me, and every so often I look down and am terrified of how deep the rut has become.