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.


  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.

  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.