There's a still in the street outside your window...

The Black Keys - Tighten Up - Official Video

Let us toast to animal pleasures,
to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee,
to unemployment insurance and library cards,
to absinthe and good-hearted landlords,
to music and warm bodies and contraceptives...
and to the "good life",
whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
-Hunter S. Thompson

emergence

emergence, originally uploaded by worth the wait..

A few times in my life,
I've had moments of absolute clarity.
When for a few brief seconds
the silence drowns out the noise
and I can feel rather than think.
And things seem so sharp
and the world seems so fresh.
I can never make these moments last.
I cling to them, but like everything, they fade.
I have lived for these moments.
They pull me back to the present,
and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.

Of days past...

swimming2, originally uploaded by mydarlingdinosaur.

I want to read every book ever written about love, lust, and lavishness;
I want to feed from the lives of the beautiful

and thrilling and feathers and pearls.

I wish i lived where every word uttered
was a world unto itself
and no one had to apologize for anything

except a blessed, wretched abandon,
trumpets and horns and voices straining to a heaven
like pomogranate juice bleeding on your tongue.

Sunny Road...

Time is lost on me. It always has been.
To me, the most sensible thing about time is that the clock is a perfect circle.
I keep coming back here;

back to this place, but on a different day and with a different set of eyes.
I read an old journal this morning.

Nearly by accident, but not exactly.
It had been lying there in my closet waiting for a home after a recent unpacking.
Before I retired it to the drawer where I retire things, I gave it one last look.
A page from another life.
Same person, different day, different set of eyes, lighter pressure on the pen.
A page full of certainty and also full of questions.
It's always strange to read the things you've hoped for in the past
because by now those hopes may be spoken for or gone,
transformed or altogether forgotten.
Like time, hope can be so senseless.
It can carry us up mountains or lie us in the quicksand.
But like time, hope is unstoppable, inevitable, and blind.
Sometimes we travel fast, hurdling towards the unknown,
sometimes the unknown comes hurdling towards us

while we watch time standing still.
-Andrew McMahon

'Til the Morning Light

over the shoulder, originally uploaded by mydarlingdinosaur.

Begin doing what you want to do, now.
We are not living in eternity.

why are our days numbered and not lettered?

Just so you know,
it's never easy to understand why memories hold our hand
but people let go.

Who says we can't be free?

Havana Nights, originally uploaded by Rowena R.

the only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes "Awww!"
-Jack Kerouac