to s.

i would kiss your hands
if i could

i steal horses in my sleep
chasing fields and fences in the dark, you know, hurdles that i don't remember in the morning

the early hours are hazy because you are absent even when you are near

and you don't understand distance unless it's physical, and even when it's physical

we are writing eulogies.


Carrie bullets out the things she want(ed) to spend less time doing.
"On the periphery of shallow time with people I wanted to know deeply"


She writes down what she believe(d).
- in feeling how you feel
- however much you need, that's enough
- a good friend cares more about the well being of the friend than the pleasantness of the friendship
- widening perspective
- in embracing the innocent that allows for bold hope
- in chasing the experiences that deepen real wisdom
- altruism with examined motives

... among other things

i have created my own mythology
haven't we all?
what are the gods and goddesses of our fate?
how many arms do they have, and how do we see them? how do we worship them, and what do we sacrifice in order to appease them?