sometimes
love means
tomorrow
when it cannot mean today
the wild trees fall silent
the world stretches against the palm of my hand
shaking chaos from the ocean
once lost
we all remember the path
crawl down where it is safe
some days
but i cannot teach you
how to fall
just that
the oranges are sticky -
bright
there is always another border to cross
and the only place you will be safe is
underwater
until the tide goes out
but,
this amnesia is merciful
and you will find your own joy
and they will tell you life
is a gift
(and i will have to agree,
because
you)
will see things differently















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i have felt love is a breaking down. a freeing from what we thought we were to find out what relation can be, what union can be.
and it is all about seeing things differently, always, all the time...what a lovely note to go out on.
love it!
and suddenly i could just see it. just what was important at the moment. at the moment i want, most of all, to capture every changing important thought and feeling and hope and resolution i have. i want to remember.
--
For a long time there were only your footprints & laughter in our dreams & even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever.
~ Brian Andreas
i want to remember.
i take pictures for the same reason. chris & i journal for the same reason.
we are afraid of forgetting because it is all too real to forget. and we learn.
--
For a long time there were only your footprints & laughter in our dreams & even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever.
~ Brian Andreas
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