whinney_for_hay crOwl only if i could reach far enough, possessing the finger length, the proper body expanse then perhaps i could not only touch your face, but even branches and then further, maybe cloud covered stars and an obscured moon. touching you would be like opening up a world. i would need no map for, only fingerprints. only traces of what you already left behind. i would follow you like a horse prints in the mud. 080329 ... kumo step by step, in that moment, now in this. Looking up, the sky casts it's shadow upon the land before me, causing the grass to be green and the dirt to be brown. And I feel the enormity of the Earth's weight when I place my foot down. Each step, reborn. Each step, confirming my matter. 080329 ... crOwl and then it all becomes immortalized on celluloid, the vision of individuals delineated into something not simple, but intricate. one day we will watch it and behold it for what it was; beauty captured like clouds streaking across a windy sunset, like a horse suddenly recognizing the familiar. 080404 ... kumo And in that light That shade of gray Remember beauty 080809 what's it to you? who go blather from