i wake up in a pretty good mood most days, i think, but a mood vulnerable to change rapidly at the tiniest shift of the wind. this morning it's still pretty good considering i've got ideas already and i've been awake barely twenty minutes.

someone remind me to write a real entry today.

yesterday was a grey day, a day with all the feel of real autumn except color. there are supposed to be orange october leaves to heat up the landscape a little, but even without them i love having this impression of seasons. maybe it's midwesternism, but i need to feel the seasons now and then. sometimes i'm nothing more than an elemental ( Read more... )

this is a transmission of pure serene happiness. i want you to have some. it's a beautiful soft rain day and i'm going back to bed, where it will be warm in no time.

"don't let the world bring you down
not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow old"

last night i typed in an entry and didn't post it. before that i typed in an entry a week ago and didn't post it. otherwise i have spent some time away, from livejournal, from the community itself maybe. finding myself? i don't know that i was lost. but i found something. the story of the finding it is written only in my memory and the lines ( Read more... )

maybe it's just got to be some hint of a routineless world where anything can happen.
exist, exist

whether i actually have anything reacting in my head right now or not is anybody's guess, and i might appreciate input on that. it's hard to tell from the inside. it seems like i'm always right on the verge of a great adventure, something beautiful and extraordinary which hasn't turned the corner yet. and i'm afraid i'll somehow walk through too ( Read more... )

Livejournal starves away here in Oblivion, but it's all right. Just because there's something to be said doesn't mean it has to be recorded. Before the advent of writing all human knowledge was stored in memory and died with the mind of the knower . . . unless it was shared and passed on. With literacy comes the loss of the urgency of sharing, ( Read more... )

i don't know where to begin ( Read more... )

all these mad things i've been saying and doing, are they anything at all ( Read more... )

i am dreamer, dreamer, dreamer and one of these days i will just act ( Read more... )