Turn My Head

Bliss comes in far too few fashions to be able to recognize it before it's on top of you. When the door opens and the lips on your face keep in stride with the moment, you know that it has you. You're not quite sure how it crept up on you like it did; being caught in the mystery makes it what it is. And though as it has happened before you can never quite duplicate it, this humbles you and forces you to see that this moment is still happening, and though more will follow, this one is happening now.


The auctioneering functions of the mobile to mobile device I carry at my side so intrinsically may frustrate me beyond belief. It's as if my time and attention is up for the highest bidder. Do I continue with my conversation or interrupt it for a fanciful new beginning that will undoubtedly result in a disgruntled user closing the phone in angst. And yet I don't go many places without it, I suppose my hippocracy goes only so far.

To Cause to Become

As my life jostles methodically out of control and I do things to fuel fleeting emotions to feel sane if only for a moment; I can't help but smile. I am more outside myself than I have ever had the courage to be on my own merit, and yet I feel that I am seeing myself through the eyes of someone else that I have become. It's as if I have turned into the stranger I had projected myself to be. This seemingly forced harmony humbles me in knowing that I will emerge from the ashes of myself

Open this:
Don't think for a moment that I am not scared as well. Sometimes I feel I have to act, then I'm shown how ridiculous it is. I try to be who I vaguely recall, and you unknowingly snap me back. So many times I have imagined the future and pondered the past. Why the phone ended up in my hand I don't think I have an answer for. An impulsive act performed by a lifeless satellite, or a hidden gesture for a subconsciously seeded desire. I prefer to accompany the latter. I cannot fully explain how it is I feel, yet I have the sensation that I feel. As this happens there is no taking it back, the event is not linear it's cascading. Once we give this thing a name, then it has the capacity to end. I say this because I like you. Not because I think it will last forever, but because of the moments we confide in. You were right to say what you did, sometimes a thing is better when you have no name to call it by. :Open yourself


The melody crescendos as the cello strings soothe and enhance the moment, I feel penitent to the ensemble