through the mud, through the stars

i say, it’ll be calm after the storm, for truly, when one is at her/ his lowest, there’s no other way ut up.. up towards the skies, the moon, the sun and the stars. 121508

twenty years here on earth and tis just now that i begin to learn, to see, to feel, to live. after everything, somehow, astraction is an understatement. in living there also comes dying.. deaths of once long held beliefs, deaths of relationships, death of lives around oneself, death of a memory, deaths of cyclical moods, and sometimes death of the self. the mystery of love is hidden with its twin who is death, death who overcomes, yet gives way to life for it loves. 9:06

i will keep you. like cedar. i am you. 011509/ 1:52 am