Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I think I want some beach. Some mountain. Some forest. Just a wide open space to get lost in. To swim in, whether literally or figuratively.
Some quiet. That's really what I want: silence.
Golden, dripping and all encompassing silence. Apparently, it makes you live longer. Too much noise cuts years away.
I like sounds. Sounds and light and life are all tied up together. But NOISE?
Shhhh. Please. Just stop talking for a while. Just lie here, breathe my breath, be still.

5 comments:

  1. How is it that no matter HOW MUCH you write it always comes out ethereal and good and beautiful somehow??

    I've never understood agoraphobia. I like getting lost in wide open spaces. Plenty of room to find what I'm looking for.

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  2. Postman- that's just it. Nature is where I look for something that I don't even know. Where I search.
    I've found that it's a bit different with big city spaces though. The amount of people in, say, the Colusseum, or Oxford Street, or any major city, can be in turns overwhelming (ie crawl into a hole and don't come out), and exhilarating.
    Someone somewhere probably has a theory about that.

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