Wednesday, March 03, 2010

85 One minute of one morning one day that I thought would never happen but it happened anyway

Waking, I went promptly back to sleep. No needs, warm, relaxed. Duties, none. Responsibilities, none. After many months of duress and a magician's-worth of juggled appointments, I had carved out this day for myself.

So I slept.

Poem from 1999 - Eschatol Bridge

To live the life you want you must leave the life you have. Between this wherever and that forever is a finite span of pain with depth unkno...