March 22, 2007

  • The Movie I'm not Seeing

    I want to make a film where I'm writing all my questions and crying all my tears into this one piece of paper that I let dry out and make an airplane out of.

    I fold it carefully, carefully, ever so carefully
    I make that one that always won
    the contests back when we were little
    I give it a toss up to the sky
    The winds take the wings and lift it high
    Till it hits the roof of the Universe and a hand reaches through, pulling it out of sight.

    I wait for an hour or even a day, but after not too long I look up and see the face of God. He's crying and his tears fall into the bowl, a cloud. It fills and it spills out in one large tear and falls down, splash on the tired earth. The chapped and dry desert has flowers again and all wandering people including myself hear a voice in our souls saying "Here I am... Right here. Come to me."

    I just can't hear anymore.

    God. God. God. God! I only want to hear.

Comments (3)

  • man i just nearly cried reading this. i don't know what you're going through dude, but i am definitely feeling what you wrote here.

  • amazing! this shouts recent sentiments from my brain as well.

    i wish i could be around you still and pick your brain more.

    ::missing you:: :]

  • David-things have been pretty tough here in Austin for me lately. I feel depressed feelings creeping up often. When they come I close my eyes and take a deep breath and sometimes I cry and sometimes I don't. But alltimes I have peace then.

    How are you?
    xo
    adrienne

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