Sunday, September 04, 2005

retracing steps

I've said all this before, but I'm now no more than a pattern... a circle returning to itself - sending feet into steps they only just left, and yet only remember when retaken.

This is my mind; its thoughts abandoned to instead take part in the noise surrounding my every step. Filling these halls with the sound, filling in the gaps that speak greater volumes with their silence... glossing these things over, sending them backward, that they might lose themselves in the clutter of so many unanswered questions.

Cover our lives this way, put hands to tasks we pretend to need us... when it's us that need them. It's us who can't make sense of the greater toils and treasures, or find our ways out of its cycle; it's us, just as it always has been... us and nothing more. While the emptiness remains filled, what could ever change?

Saturday, September 03, 2005

filling in space

So, I was in line ordering a coffee, when I thought back to the happiest moment of my life.... Unannounced, unexpected, and years into her career, Cindi Lauper had gone back to her old high school to receive an honorary diploma. I remember being so happy and so angry, as if happy Rand and angry Rand were wrestling eachother, and I had no way of knowing who would win. Why did they have to wait until she was famous to give her an honorary high school diploma?! Cindi, your hair never looked so pink as it did on that day, when the sun was shining.