Peering out of this upstairs window I can see the sun coming up over the jagged broken city horizon. Most of my life has been nothing but avoiding the rays of light cast from its bright form that seems to follow me overhead, like a parent watching over your shoulder for ten hours a day. Its funny how when a vague idea that you once entertained becomes real its usually more than you can take. From the height of my third floor window a green sea of forest stretches to the crumbling skyscrapers in the distance, with only a few roofs poking their way like men in quicksand through the thick brush. The majesty of it astounds me when I think how so very short it seems since this was a crawling cityscape. The sky seems to have expanded like deep blue watercolor pouring over a glass bowl. As the tangled mess of skyscrapers and smoke receded a blue cloth stretched itself from horizon to horizon and seemed to almost breath a sigh of relief, like a child holding his breath through a tunnel to make a wish on the other side.
More Blogs
-
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
Shiva .. Burning broken bars Building bronze baseboards Sleeping … -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
... to my into my mind... young boy staring wide eyed and full of aw… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
...gravity... "Life is stranger than fiction" 'Sometimes i feel my… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
...flesh emerging... Who are you? from whence have you traveled into… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
...in dreams.... twisted sheets and a curled body turning as my mind… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
disturbing trend ... I have noted an interesting tendency among hum… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
only to confuse ... I never watch television alone he's always the… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
'The marble image came alive, Began to moan and plead - She drank m… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
Vivisection of Reality ... I am of the firm belief that there is no… -
0
Friday Jan 30, 2004
...if all we are is what we symbolize... the sleeper awakes, rubs hi…