the sun. the ocean, the everglades, the sky. the silence. the flat stones. the gravel, the insects. the wind and the clouds. the moon. the stars. the west and the east. the song, the color, the smell of the earth.
ipod playing music i like. the clouds hang low, grey in a movie fake sky. probably, I wouldnt know. it's getting warm again and you are far again. the breeze carries a silence and a happiness you can't get when the sun rises. shades pulled down, sleepy with distant voices in my head, hers and mine. existence without anxiety. happiness. knowing your body. understanding the real needs of man. the universe was born in violence. stars and love die violently.
perhaps there is no silence. or maybe its just that time is too compact to allow for silence to be felt.
the sun. the ocean, the everglades, the sky. the silence. the flat stones. the gravel, the insects. the wind and the clouds. the moon. the stars. the west and the east. the song, the color, the smell of the earth.
art: casey oconnell
