Thursday, January 29, 2009

To give my gun away when it's loaded

I notice the details of life at the moment. The hesitant yet ever present capacity for happiness in the corner of my eyes. The unspoken potential of the conversations not yet spoken. The light of each day drifts ever, softly, slowly longer and I silently celebrate the returning of the sun as it stirs my heart awake again.

I feel better.

Now how the hell are you?