November 2010
19 posts
a future clarity
Sitting in a pizza shop window seat during a late autumn night as we discuss the existential purpose of things and our pettiness toward superficial caricatures of those we vaguely recall mentioning how we feel like a statue of a calmly sitting Buddha during a passing blizzard helplessly engulfed by the surrounding chaos of the uncertain but remaining steadfast as we curiously anticipate a future...
blank canvas
I realize now that there was no beaten path no grassy wayside fences or heavily outlined cobblestone roads no sunset sands with discreetly placed footsteps no wheat field landscapes that house the obscure figures of those I once knew just a blank canvas that stares with an intimidating glance eagerly waiting for me to create the picture that lay ahead