i drove to the ocean tonight; and cried,
and then i laughed at myself
and my tendency to take things too seriously,
i watched a wave slap chaotic against a wall,
spit into the air,
splatter into fragments of itself,
and fall back to where it began,
and i thought, this is for kerry,
this giant metaphor,
the rain on my windshield,
the tears on my cheek,
fragments falling back on themselves,
like sometimes how it feels like we can't love something enough
without falling back,
like how sometimes, with certain people
i need them to know that when i hug them
how i'm hoping to touch something deeper than the surface,
like i want to create an epicenter;
reverse earthquake,
emotion stirred,
like maybe that wave; crushed against that wall,
maybe that moment is short lived
and how maybe that wave needed that wall to feel something,
something majestic,
and maybe i'm just over-tired
but i get to feeling like sometimes my exchanges;
with people;
are just as routine as weather patterns
and how there's never enough lightning,
how sometimes when i hug someone i just want to hear thunder,
and know,
simply know
that they hear it too.

06/23/2009

Posted on 06/24/2009
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