Ten kids sit around four tables put together.
We're tellign jokes, I'm singing songs, and all of us enjoy the moment.
Farewell Christophe, this pizza is for you. Make a toast and accept that people come in and out of your life at an alarming rate. Some staying longer and impacting more than others.
**
Swim swim swimming in the middle of the night with just moon to light the pool just right.
Hold hold holding my breath. Floating, drifting, sinking down like in death.
Cindy comes, picking me up and I'm weightless and fateless.
My only concern is if the scorpion we found will float over this way.
I'm not on this planet, I'm not in the Eastern hemisphere, I'm not in India ..
**
I want to get home just to get getting home over with
These days are killing me
Rajesh shakes his head and smiles. Yes, he's going to miss us.
**
I'm writing an email yesterday and that white screen is mocking me. The black text on sterile background. The words I'm writing not coming close to sending the hug I'm thinking of, the reassuring squeeze of the hand. A reason why I smile and laugh is in a cute little house in Oakland, New Jersey. I wish my arms were long enough, I wish my voice was big enough to cover the distance.
**
So, the oppressed must participate in and internalize their oppression. What have I accepted as healthy and normal that isn't? What attitudes and actions do I execute daily that only keep me where I am and don't question my position or improve it?
**
If my body were to split in two, a crack running down the left side making me a mummy to open gingerly .. only fog would spill out. A mass of emotions which can only lift me up or crush me completely, depending on the way the wind is blowing. Nothing is decipherable. There is no one thing I can pinpoint which makes me catch my breath while walking to the library or getting into the car. All of a sudden. The wind gets knocked out of me -my brain coming to a stop/drawing a blank- and I'm left choking on this fog; the accumulation of everything I am sensing, feeling, living.
We're tellign jokes, I'm singing songs, and all of us enjoy the moment.
Farewell Christophe, this pizza is for you. Make a toast and accept that people come in and out of your life at an alarming rate. Some staying longer and impacting more than others.
**
Swim swim swimming in the middle of the night with just moon to light the pool just right.
Hold hold holding my breath. Floating, drifting, sinking down like in death.
Cindy comes, picking me up and I'm weightless and fateless.
My only concern is if the scorpion we found will float over this way.
I'm not on this planet, I'm not in the Eastern hemisphere, I'm not in India ..
**
I want to get home just to get getting home over with
These days are killing me
Rajesh shakes his head and smiles. Yes, he's going to miss us.
**
I'm writing an email yesterday and that white screen is mocking me. The black text on sterile background. The words I'm writing not coming close to sending the hug I'm thinking of, the reassuring squeeze of the hand. A reason why I smile and laugh is in a cute little house in Oakland, New Jersey. I wish my arms were long enough, I wish my voice was big enough to cover the distance.
**
So, the oppressed must participate in and internalize their oppression. What have I accepted as healthy and normal that isn't? What attitudes and actions do I execute daily that only keep me where I am and don't question my position or improve it?
**
If my body were to split in two, a crack running down the left side making me a mummy to open gingerly .. only fog would spill out. A mass of emotions which can only lift me up or crush me completely, depending on the way the wind is blowing. Nothing is decipherable. There is no one thing I can pinpoint which makes me catch my breath while walking to the library or getting into the car. All of a sudden. The wind gets knocked out of me -my brain coming to a stop/drawing a blank- and I'm left choking on this fog; the accumulation of everything I am sensing, feeling, living.
posted by Kate at Saturday, April 15, 2006
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