Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Look outside and racing hunks of metal glimmer across the pale pavement. Mechanical birds take passengers to far away places. Floating fortresses carry incredible loads across an all encompassing sea.
And still, the human heart only swoons for another of flesh and bones.
So is life.

To think that my mind chose to ignore that for so many beyond me. My mind runs not off self-righteousness, but off beautiful images of every day life. Transport this weary mind to any scenario and it will still hunger for beauty through simplicity.
All is well.

1 comment:

redneckzilla said...

You still reading that V.S. Naipaul?

Sounds like it.

Come out here. Get married. Have kids. That is the natural order of things.