sometimes my brain gets stuck on phrases. lately, over and over, i hear life is full of -, life is full of -, life is full of - but never what it’s full of. i offer up little poetic endings. life is full of light frames; her glasses reflecting in the fall rain. life is full of pie tins, of baked goods, of digging in.
it’s a bad day. life is full of bad days. life is full of tangled bedsheets and moments between reading and staring at the ceiling. life is full of pauses, of held breaths, of could-haves. life is full of mistakes, of entanglements, of bitter rants.
life is full of. i am empty and collecting dust. but life is full of something, isn’t it. it is full of spiders and halogens and lighters and laughing friends. life is full of wounds and life is full of band-aids. she sleeps half on top of me, curled against my frame. life is full of warm bodies. life is full of cold ends. life is full of getting-out-of-bed. life is full of broken ribs and life is full of fixing them.
this morning, i am okay. the coffee is made right. there’s a free hot chocolate waiting. life is full of free hot chocolates. life is full of expensive drinks. life is full of cars and waiting and music softly playing. life is full of one more chapter, of listen-to-this-podcast, of chewing off my thumbnail. life is full of hands and thighs. life is full of accidental touches and little wild mice.
what if, i realize in her bed. what if. life is just full, and that is the whole thing, and i have never felt full like this before, and it is new and unusual and making me drunk on it. life just is full. and it is full enough, and the hole in me is mostly closed up. life is full, life is full, life is all good clean chess games and all messy kissing rough. life is her skin and your hair and the sun, glorious, creeping up.
the sun in you also rises, and life is full, and life is full, and life is full of.
“Using nothing more than Newton’s laws of gravitation, we astronomers can confidently predict that several billion years from now, our home galaxy, the Milky Way, will merge with our neighboring galaxy Andromeda. Because the distances between the stars are so great compared to their sizes, few if any stars in either galaxy will actually collide.
Any life on the worlds of that far-off future should be safe, but they would be treated to an amazing, billion-year-long light show a dance of a half a trillion stars to music first heard on one little world by a man who had but one true friend.”
COSMOS: A Spacetime Odyssey (2014) written by Ann Druyan and Steven Soter
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel (transcript under the cut)
I just wanna live here in this quiet space. let the world pass me over.
This is a composite of meteor images captured during the Perseid maximum in the morning of the 12th of August 2016. Image credit: Michael Nolle
Nervous hands in pockets,
cough drops and coins.
I’m holding the wrong things but I think my hands might ignite before they reach yours.
Let’s open the blinds and imagine what the sunset looks like.
My version looks like a Rob Evans painting and I’ve never felt more in love
with the sky
the feeling
you.
You hugged me, tight and desperate, I’ve never been so close to someone and
no one has ever wanted me so much.
god, I want to stay here forever.
I think I’m
touch-starved.
You must know I am.
1. Henry Pether (1865), 2. Sebastian Pether (1840), 3. Albert Bierstadt (ca.1860).
Saitou Kazu.
no offense but… i’m never gonna dance again……. guilty feet have got no rhythm………
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
Adam Elsheimer - The Flight into Egypt /detail/