i'll let you know when i get there

i want a life infused with expression. i want to be surrounded by creation and creators. spark. ignite. all-consuming and consumed. "Art is the act of admitting that often before us are monsters and lovers."

youonlygetoneyouonlygetoneyouonlygetoneyouonlyget one. freedom sounds like a lack of alarm. it sounds like the first of three days of rain outside this window which i may or may not be here to hear. It sounds like the promise of pages (they have been so patient) (you have all been so patient) And freedom is only a matter of time. There is enough room in freedom to wiggle- to curl your toes around its edges and to feel the give. There is room enough in freedom to make a choice to stay (it is a matter of choice when there's nothing new to say) There is room enough in freedom to walk away (but freedom does not run, because it is not afraid) .

You know what I want to do today? I want to sit around and talk about how odd human experience is. And laugh. And come to conclusions. And write them down. Maybe illustrate. I want to read trashy magazines and drink coffee til midnight. That is what I want to do today.