i’ve often wondered why i don’t feel when things crumble. certain pain just doesn’t hurt me. it has to be close, not close in proximity but close in memory. hotel rwanda hurt b/c it reminded me of liberia. 9/11 didn’t do much. the london bombs didn’t do much. i wish i could feel pain beyond…
Author: wordhabit
i wish
i could help
for crying out loud
if we hadn’t been exposed if we hadn’t traveled so far away from birth places at such young ages if we hadn’t been told if we hadn’t heard that anything we touch can become gold or at least something precious if we hadn’t been praised if we hadn’t reveled in the knowledge of jobs well…
bad lookin
this is what should happen when you spend too much time looking at something you shouldn’t be looking at. your eyes should pain you like someone’s reached into your head, behind your eyes, grabbed hold of your optic nerves (or whatever’s back there) and is gently but cruelly holding them captive between fingers, patient fingers,…
what would you
say no to in order to be happy? could you just be happy in order to say no? why not just give up your notion of happy? sing a song you’ve never heard before… “sometimes words just jump into your head you don’t know what they mean but somehow they make sense…”
clearing out, finding blessings
i’m spending more time than i wish (dialup) clearing out my inbox. each time i do this, i come across an email from a friend that i need to respond to but words escape me. in her email, she tells me what a blessing i’ve been to her in the short time we’ve known each…
really?
is it all so simple? is there really no gray area? yes. i told God i’d do whatever and i meant it and still mean it. whatever. wherever. whenever. however. no matter how daunting or unrealistic it seems to be. even if my stomach is filled with butterflies all the way through it. even if…