Strange how inconsequential it all becomes when your heart is consumed. The irony of it all; everything is suddenly unimportant, and everything is important. Every little detail filled with meaning, a macro-microscopic world view fuelled by the delusion of love.
But all it boils down to, is the fact that you have to nosedive into it, headfirst.
I'm plunging right now, and for some reason, I'm enjoying it. it feels right.
Other than that, it's business as usual, Mr. Melsa. Wine, Food, Tract, in that order.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Jumping Jon
I have every reason to jump.
Just for jumping's sake.
Just for another perspective.
Just for Joy.
Just for Love.
Just for Love.
Jump.
Jump.
Just for jumping's sake.
Just for another perspective.
Just for Joy.
Just for Love.
Just for Love.
Jump.
Jump.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Leaves
Leaves are doing their last slow dance before they fall dramatically into their bitumen- or grassgraves.
It doesn't really bother me.
I'm in love. This might be it.
I'm invincible.
It doesn't really bother me.
I'm in love. This might be it.
I'm invincible.
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