Hanging in the sky, It always comes back to this The orange light As if looking at another world Like a punch in the face Wake the fuck up
Again and again Dreaming about the same old things That feeling in the body where it’s impossible to move That pain in your chest that aches For something you can never have Waking from one dream and sleeping in Reality
Faster it beats The rhythm of the song Faster it beats The heart when the eyes move Faster it beats Chances missed never the next The moments Gone Faster
It always comes back to this The body shivers when alone Never, been in this time and space, Never, knew you could run this far. Never, cried for the first time.
Melting are the fears, When the sky hangs there Gently I wake, The dream is over.
Another day on planet Earth — how will we decide to live?
Last night, I began to hear the drops of rain grow louder. The sound of rain is one of the most beautiful things to me. I walked to the doorway and looked into the sky; the rain passed through the orange street lights in endless motion.
Early in the morning, called to be what we could be. A poem.
A waxing gibbous moon Climbs across the painted sky with calculated steps; Its guise of translucence stripped along with light of day, Lucid now, alike the paths which lay Weaving towards the sandy hilltop Where once I shuddered, frightened, Stopped — my shadow’s tracks lay buried Underneath each sun rising, Moon climbing, Days and nights gone by —…
Anton Ego remembers that it’s a gift just to be alive, and that is a theme worth remembering
Anton Ego, the villain in the Pixar movie Ratatouille, is my hero. When I need something to grab me by the soul and say: Hey, it’s still you in there. Be easy — Ithrow on Ratatouille, my favorite movie.