#somefamiliarwords

[somefamiliarstranger]

those love birds let them go, those love trees let them grow, life, my friend, is a river -- let it flow.

- april, 2013

[somefamiliarstranger]

cleansed and bathed in wondrous peace, this smiling soul: my dearest company; we never talk, but we go for walks and we plant flowers in life’s memory. - november, 2012

[somefamiliarstranger]

on music, maybe

at first it wasn’t much more than a less distracting alternative to the more and more soothing noise of the daily ordinary—so soothing it brought about a sense of peace i wasn’t ready for.

in fact, i wasn’t ready for anything, wasn’t nervous about anything, barely feeling. i was only passing life, one day at a time, with music as a comforting but insignificant constant in the background.

took a year of traceless days to know i had missed the point. no backdrop is insignificant: no nothing is insignificant. it is the appreciation for everything that makes possible a celebration of life without detaching one from life.

sonic companion, for instance, leaves sight untouched if not richer. recently: olafur arnalds’ living room songs and bike rides.

bkk.0712

[somefamiliarstranger]

i wonder what fragrance it would have -- that breeze of forgotten dreams, accidentally buried under endless hours of chasing shadows and rainbows people are told to need.

[somefamiliarstranger]

Life is short. Age well.