Tuesday, July 24, 2007

easy on the outskirts

i feel many things. nothing takes over. but within this balance, i am more extreme than ever. i've always existed here. on the outskirts. but it's never felt so solid. i hadn't gone far enough to get outside the storm. where the wind dies down and the birds aren't bothered when you open the patio door. where it's always warm but the heat is never oppressive. where the hammock swings slower but the arc is more pronounced. where i track my location using little clicks instead of my eyes. where we don't need machines to heal.

keep track of those things. you never know when it might come in handy.


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