||[May. 20th, 2006|06:18 am]
Fraulein Isabellfarbe Häcker
When was it I had the staggering, frightening sense that something about my life was new? And if I could catch the dried dusty wings of the pages in the swallows; the dark places of the past, only one answer would look back at me - "the only thing that has changed is you." When does one decide to leave the petty thumbiting in all the days that precede this one? Where was it I decided I was finally alive - my life lay in front of me, my purpose, my meaning as bright as the day on the twittering coast of St. James? Or was it at night that I decided to live for no one else, and were the eyes of every hero blinking at me, disarmed, grateful - consumed with life; a steady fire roaring in our guts; did we drink to our dreams, our future, our minds? I remember tasting mouths and the meaning was clear - welcome to the world, we've been waiting here for you.