"this morning I laid in bed and watched dust particles float through a beam of light for an hour. they were so light, drifting through the world of existence without a single clue. they were beautiful; small scraps of living, signs of life only stirred if I blew a small stream of air their way. It was just yesterday I felt the same they did - able to daintily bounce in my surrounding element until a large unexpected gust blew me down to the floor where I know lie. I lay, staring up at the small pieces grazing on nothingness and wonder how to rejoin them. I suddenly feel like a rock, unbelonging and heavy."

januarytwentieth, 2012