Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Sadness comes, unwanted yet loved.
Quietness tiptoes in, I shush it.
Eyelids halfway closed, the picture of all that should be pensive.
No reason, no cause, just the desirability of form, the corollary of thought.

Cold. Silent. Inarticulate.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Always more...more to life, to thought, to activity, to possibility. Always more.
And I write it down, lest I forget.

This week:
(1) Dissertation outline
(2) Yoga
(3) Run

(1) Talk less
(2) Run
(3) Wake up earlier

Most importantly:
(1) Sleep well
(2) Eat
(3) Feed the cat

Week by week, I build up the routine of my minutes, knowing fully well they will tear asunder and run amok at a moment's notice. This perhaps, is my biggest failing, my greatest strength.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

It take so much effort to quieten down.
To whisper, to break out of a run, to walk slowly.
It takes so much time to sleep.