July 13th 2010

It's been a while.

I feel different. Happy. But lost.

I answered my other troubling questions with loving distractions.

Beauty fills the soul,
it's the doubt that troubles creation.
Blink once and you're alive. aware.
ponder and you've lost the battle.
Weight pushes the vitals. Art pressures the mind.
Either way nothing is created. Nothing is lost.
Nothing was there.
The prospect of something great was a mere chance you threw out.
With one breath.