Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

On the go

Every time I turn around something looks or feels or sounds or tastes different. Knowing conjures a new meaning as it seems that what I "know" is simply my current understanding or perception at that particular time, as it relates to that particular thing. A malleable edge just waiting to be stretched… just a little more.

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