sometimes you can find poetry written right on the bathroom wall
2004-04-04 & 9:56 p.m.

the laughter filters in more regularly these days; we jump and spin for no reason, our hands lifting naturally. my memory is omnipresent, but the past is not something to dodge, rather to remember the dancing in between it all. and the future breaths so much easier anyway; our language does not include dichotomies, at least not enforced ones. normalcy is, thank goodness, not adhered to and we wear our brightest everythings with no discrepancies.

we skip over linear evolution to cyclical or spiral awareness, and pictures of far away places make all of our hearts thump in anticipation. and this is a time of great anticipation, the era of what we have heard as our 'potential' soaring to new heights, to toasts on the moon for all we know. we are all a part of this revolution; we are smitten with spring and understanding and rain.

can you feel it? the heat and the strawberries and the concrete and the painfully new pillow covers and the ancient attire and the un-defining process of it all. this is our post-modern transition, one day at a time.