Tremors Above

Strange how the stars grow brighter, as the season grows colder.

I feel like I’m falling up there already, floating…drifting….

How awesome emptiness can be.

The heavens to me are like oceans;

endless, still, and suffocating;

clean, pure, and beautiful;

cold, hollow, and lonesome.

oh 🙂 in my dream i zip arrogantly around our galaxy in my space car, dropping my muffler, leaking oil, not to mention the carbon emissions of the rocket fuel that is needed to operate even the smallest space vehicle..woo, dont even get me started on that..butttt the view is nice. its quiet. such a place warrants intrusion. *sigh* unrealized dreams could knock a girl down but i dont let it

uh sorry. i’m that cat that leaves her mouse at your door. its sickening. i must be a weird-o but i dont know.

i like boogie street and a 1000 kisses deep and here it is (and of course the abbreviated waiting for the miracle and eveybody knows…) alexandra leaving grew on me. actually every leonard cohen song will grow on you exept the rowing song. i dont like that one. his voice is like thunder..moving leaves and shaking a tree down into her roots.

dance me to the end of love is very haunting and nice. the back up singers sing and the music plays seperate tunes, as if ignorant, to the meaning of the singers words. it reminds me of a scene in como agua para chocolate when the lovers are burnt up by a fire that is ignited during the union of complimentary souls.

“The potter molds clay to form a vase, but it is in the emptiness of the vase that its usefulness lies.” –Lao Tzu