Beneath an orange sky...

There is this hunger This restlessness inside of me And it knows that you're no stranger You're my gravity My hands will adore you through all darknesss aim They will lay you out in moonlight And reinvent your name For I am wanting you And I am needing you here I need you near Inside the absence of fear (Jewel)

Monday, November 13, 2006

Home

Outside the window I see white; the snow has covered ground, trees, vehicules and roof tops. It's truly beautiful. I woke up saturday morning thinking it was actually winter, it even felt like Christmas for a moment.

Then I listen. I hear nothing at all. Maybe the humming of this computer but otherwise nothing. No cars, no sirens, no crazy people screaming and no base thumping. It's quiet. I can sleep for a long time and I can hear myself think. I can relax.

I smell. I smell home cooked meals and baking. I smell my mother's fresh scent. It's comforting.

I love this place. I do not want to leave. I want to be carefree. I want quietness, familiar scents, picture perfect scenery and warmth of a home.

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