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waking up
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Reinventing yourself is a ghastly business...or that is what I would imagine I would say, years from now, in some nondescript airport bar where everyone is escaping to or from something else It seems somehow fitting, meaningful in its own way. The constant tight rope walk between giving and giving up, the way sometimes they occupy the same gasp of breath. The way transformation never really prepares you for that which is left behind, the pain in growth. It builds on its own momentum until things pass by in a glaring blur of light and sound. The way every day decisions take on larger than life meaning, the realization that we are sculpted and molded in each blink of an eye. It's the slow build-up, the rising crest of an orchestral interlude. Funny how change always implies a surge forwards. The metamorphosis of the mundane. I've always clung so tightly to these granules of chaotic inspiration, buoying me along the tides. These revelatory moments as the world becomes stilled, blanketed in the night sky not yet dawn. This place of in-between, ripened with the possibility of imagination. The future and the past colliding in this hour. For once I feel prepared for the unblemished dawn. |
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Keeper of Bees
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