now i know a disease that these doctors can’t treat,
you contract on the day you accept all you see
i've been thinking about cameras lately, and photographs. how lucky we are that we have the technology to capture a moment in time and savor it later as many times as we desire. and it makes me think of all the other tiny segments that connect and assemble our lives. i really want to live the type of life in which these things are not disregarded. (what a clumsy sentence! i really want to pay attention to all of this beauty forever.) if i ever have children, this is how i will know i have succeeded in raising them; should they appreciate the intricate details of life, they will be prepared and fulfilled. it sounds a bit too grand - i hope that's true. if i do indeed have kids, i'm going to have to just do the best i can and hope they're poets. =)
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be:
a reflection of something we’re missing.
i received a call from my mother yesterday; apparently, my grandmother has an infected pacemaker and will undergo surgery tomorrow. despite my sister katie and my father describing the surgery as having a high risk of mortality, death no longer seems imminent. i just phoned my dad for an update and, other than having just vomited on my father's cell phone, my grandmother seemed just fine. in fact, we had a pretty meaningful and enjoyable conversation. i guess i'm stating this all matter-of-factly - to be honest, i had not gotten remotely emotional about any of this until actually speaking with grandma. my dad made reference in an e-mail to having surprising feelings, and my feelings surprised me as well. i will feel loss if she dies. it seems cold to say that my feeling loss at the death of my grandmother is surprising, but who can explain the dynamics of any given family? she's been in poor health since before i met her, and it's always just been incidental. i've really disrespected her and taken her for granted.
and language just happened, it was never planned
and it’s inadequate to describe where i am
i am always reluctant to accept cliches, but maybe what they say is true - maybe these are the best days of our lives? i suppose we have the rest of our lives to find out. so... let's find out together.
in the room of my house
where the light’s never been,
waiting for this day to end.
YYYYY
thrown together by karyn |
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you contract on the day you accept all you see
i've been thinking about cameras lately, and photographs. how lucky we are that we have the technology to capture a moment in time and savor it later as many times as we desire. and it makes me think of all the other tiny segments that connect and assemble our lives. i really want to live the type of life in which these things are not disregarded. (what a clumsy sentence! i really want to pay attention to all of this beauty forever.) if i ever have children, this is how i will know i have succeeded in raising them; should they appreciate the intricate details of life, they will be prepared and fulfilled. it sounds a bit too grand - i hope that's true. if i do indeed have kids, i'm going to have to just do the best i can and hope they're poets. =)
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be:
a reflection of something we’re missing.
i received a call from my mother yesterday; apparently, my grandmother has an infected pacemaker and will undergo surgery tomorrow. despite my sister katie and my father describing the surgery as having a high risk of mortality, death no longer seems imminent. i just phoned my dad for an update and, other than having just vomited on my father's cell phone, my grandmother seemed just fine. in fact, we had a pretty meaningful and enjoyable conversation. i guess i'm stating this all matter-of-factly - to be honest, i had not gotten remotely emotional about any of this until actually speaking with grandma. my dad made reference in an e-mail to having surprising feelings, and my feelings surprised me as well. i will feel loss if she dies. it seems cold to say that my feeling loss at the death of my grandmother is surprising, but who can explain the dynamics of any given family? she's been in poor health since before i met her, and it's always just been incidental. i've really disrespected her and taken her for granted.
and language just happened, it was never planned
and it’s inadequate to describe where i am
i am always reluctant to accept cliches, but maybe what they say is true - maybe these are the best days of our lives? i suppose we have the rest of our lives to find out. so... let's find out together.
in the room of my house
where the light’s never been,
waiting for this day to end.
YYYYY


