looking at pictures in the distance

because these pictures are places i am tapping into once again, tapping and tripping and falling and bruising and bumping into these things inside that are emerging and breathing and feeling. and they are so good.

someone is pushing me again. in all of the right directions, in all of the right places. and in turn, i will push myself.

10/23/05

and so later in the conversation she says,
i’m moving to san francisco in january. like clockwork gears rotating into a perfect click there i am, and it has hit, hit hard like bricks and buildings. like sunshine and fog and cigarettes and kisses all come true.