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By darwin Date: 2003 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.29.10.47.13381]] |
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've watched my city from many angles. from the view of a hill, with the sun in the distance, and humidity touching my skin like a piece of clothe. I've watched my city through the dirt blotched windows of my old Toyota, watching people ramble down a street, and touch another hand casually in passing. Sometimes our eyes meet. Do they hear my music? I can hear their words if I listen. I've watched my city, as the moon rises clear over its lake, with only dark ripples of waves to move its light. I've watched my city from windows of bedrooms, hearing nights noise fade away. There are even times, when I feel like I'm part of this rush of humanity, this ever changing matrix of bodies. Perhaps it's the familiarity that brings us together, perhaps it's our need to touch anothers skin sometimes, to feel that ambiguity of mind and flesh collide. How distant they are with each other, one in a seemingly different world, complete with thoughts and memories and ideas. Then the skin, where we can crave a touch of a hand on my back, a slow finger draw as it finds the length of my spine. Pleasure in the senses. Yesterday I saw my city from 10 stories up. From a tower on the lake. I saw the hills I've sat on, the porches I have dreamt from. the sidewalks, where so many memories and thoughts have collided. I saw the street where I first saw someone smoking pot. I could see the place where my husband first told me that he loved me, I could see the place where I grew up, singing chipmunks songs on my front porch. All this from 10 stories. Then I began to think of how little we affect in life, just the individual areas we inhabit. How little life is and the people in it. We are but a tiny scaled model, or something else. What it is? Who knows...and maybe we are tiny, microscopic specks on a universal plate for someone else to eat. But it's amazing how such little things, can be some of the most amazing things in a life. A Kiss, an accomplishment, a friend, a lover, a brother, family, life, work, love, animals, touch, words, thought, memory. Little things that keep compiling on top of each other, that if stacked high enough, then more will began to see it... until maybe we aren't so little after all. |