sweep me

We're alive all of a sudden, for sure now, yes, ready or not here we come. Stronger and weaker, bluer and blacker, happier and clearly more sad-we are being swept along toward the end of our lives and there is no point in looking back just yet. Ride. This is why: we are looking for something undeniable. (We really believe this stuff.) Somehow when we gather all of our stories together, (yours, hers, his, theirs, ours), it is a way of peering out of an upstairs room into the distance, the distance within, the distance without.

-Linford

- on 2003-03-26 at 9:33 a.m.

wilted - blooming