Friday, July 22, 2005


Slip into a new form of obscurity. These are imaginings; these are the splotches of color that give life its beauty. Vague in description, themes that hint at a reality, but remain so removed from it.

Hope comes in the form of possibility - questioning, rather than knowing... smoothly drawn lines that neglect their details. The appealing faces of religions that downplay their contradictions. The beautiful woman walking by, who wonders if you'll ever see her as anything more. The dreams you chase but never seem to grasp. The nature of all things, that the closer you look, and the more that becomes yours, the less it manages to draw you.

The wise eye sees a gray world; the hopeful eye knows better than to look too closely.