Friday, December 01, 2006

I am...

I am weary
I am the kind of person who goes to funerals, because it is a matter of integity and respect.
I make homes for dogs, cats, turtles and friends.
I am always grateful for the comfort of my bed, because I was given the gift of down comforters early and did not have to learn as an adult.
I am critical. I am hyper-aware of the way things aught to be, and despite a rational understanding that things are simply the way they are and should not or need not conform to any reality, there is a standard I bear.
I am a believer. I believe in forever. The universe and I disagree on this fact.
I am impatient. I can often clearly see and articulate a future that will take much longer than the split second of a human thought to achieve.
I am powerful. I can create entire realities within me. I can even withstand the physical effects of trying to contain these worlds.
I am tall. I am lazy. I am spoiled by clear eyes, good skin, an enviable nose and height.
I am optimistic. I harbor the belief that I am not safe anywhere, will never really get what I want, and don't deserve it anyway - and yet I keep on trying.
I am weary. I am only capable of seeing the beauty of one small patch of sky. And today I cannot expand my mind to consider that that sky covers an entire world, existed before my awareness and will go on when I am gone.
I am done.

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