IM NOT AFRAID OF THUNDER BUT I AM AFRAID OF YOU
I THOUGHT I HEARD THE PRAIRIE WHISPER ALL MY DARKEST TRUTHS
PULL ME UNDER
DOWN TO YOU
I HAD A DREAM OF COMING HOME TO YOUR OPEN ARMS
WITH BOTH HANDS I HELD YOUR FACE
IVE NEVER SEEN A DARKER PLACE
YOU BRING THE DAY TIME BACK AGAIN
DRAG THE SUN FROM ITS SLEEP FOR JUST A SECOND
BEFORE MY EYES
BASKED IN LIGHT
THE WORLD IN COLOUR AGAIN
HAIR ON MY CHEEKS FEEL LIKE FIRST KISSES
I FEEL YOU IN MY SPINE
DEEPEST RUMBLE OF THE NIGHT TIME
YOU SOUND LIKE GRANDFATHERS DID WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG
I HAD A DREAM OF COMING HOME TO DEATH
AND YOU ARE WAITING
There exists a place to go and forgive yourself
It lies beyond the gravel road
Past the Texas gate and weathered signage
Where damp road crunches under footsteps and the world begins to fade in gradient
It overlooks the coulée where a great river used to flow
But there is nothing now
No tree to hide behind
Only the grass and wildflower and
Your own timid soul.
Face your demon here
Stand naked in the sunlight.
A stone's throw
To the bottom of the valley
Lie awake until the moonrise, and
When the horizon fades then comes back again, climb out the tent
There is a star up there for every mistake we've ever made
But they bathe the hills in such a rich blue
I am frightened.
Like the bottom of the ocean.
Here the silence cracks the shell
Wind blows the layers off until what's left in your hands is a bare heart
See how pure it is, how fragile. I love it for that.
Leave the layers to wither and die
I am embarking on a long journey home.
Maybe I'll understand this vast and beautiful country a little bit better, grasp the last of my demons, and untie the knots in my head.
This is an exercise of the body and mind.
Do you live between Vancouver and Montreal? Can I pitch a tent on your yard? Can I use your shower? Hit me up!
Much love, back in +/- August.
Turn the alarm off before it rings, walk into the kitchen while sun arising, that's you
You are pho for lunch on a rainy day
The final stretch of a long climb
You are freshly ground coffee before the bloom.
Cleaning, you are grease--a late night in the shop alone with a cold tall boy
Pages in my books with folded bottom corners to come back and read again
The sting in my eyes from the sunblock sweat
Dogs, all sorts of dogs, but mostly big ones.
I JUMP INTO A COLD LAKE AND NO ONE IS AROUND
Walbran, Languard, 서울시
How are you everywhere? How are you everything? How are you?
I'd wear a mask but I'm not afraid.
wHo are you?
Last set of pictures until the big dump. Prepare for August:
Last days of the 3650:
Buntzen Lake (Classic):
Where there is eternal light, in the world where the sun is placed, in that immortal imperishable world place me,
Where life is free, in the third heaven of heavens, where the worlds are radiant, there make me immortal...
Where there is happiness and delight, where joy and pleasure reside, where the desires of our desire are attained, there make me immortal.
When I first arrived here I was still a child. I grew up a lot.