moments of quiet.
09/20/2010 § 1 Comment
i relish these nights, where i sit and do nothing. except i don’t do nothing. rather, i grow into a quiet and amused observer of these walls that surround me and attempt each time to sculpt the empty air. in moments my fingers have plotted what they understand to be The World, if only so that they may reconfigure the edges of the fractured beauty into what i once glimpsed as The World Beyond.