Não pode deixar-me

It's crazy to see how things take a turn for the better... at the right moment when you loose all hope and are ready to give up, the trajectory changes and all that you were once feeling seems to dissolve into a cavity. 

And somehow you always find a way...

And somehow you always know...

you're always on time, even when it feels as though time is running out.

you're right here, 

beside me and I beside you.

 I can't seem to figure it out, and though there are other unknowns, somehow it doesn't concern me.

For we know the truth.

On a Different Note...

I came across the poet Kenneth Koch, while working the Mirror/Dash pop-up shop at UO Space1520. See, I didn't actually come across him but rather fell upon his writing and was intrigued automatically... His poetry extends for pages, so here is an exert from To Marina. Enjoy. 

"You ask me 'Kenneth what are you thinking?'

If I could say It all...

 then I thought if I could say

Exactly everything and have it still be as beautiful

Billowing over, riding over both our doubts

Some kind of perfection 

and what did I actually say? 

Marina it’s late. Marina it’s early. I love you. Or else, What’s this street?

You were the perfection of my life

And I couldn’t have you. That is, I didn’t.

I couldn’t think. I wrote, instead. 

I would have had to think hard, to figure everything out

About how I could be with you,

Really, which I couldn’t do

In those moments of permanence we had

As we walked along."

"For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences." 

—Rainer Maria Rilke

I love writing, I love having the freedom to press my pen against the paper and letting go. Disregarding the fear of someone over-hearing, I shut the world out and tune into myself. Even when time is passing, and my hand starts cramping, I don't stop... till the last thought escapes the bars holding back my fears, and drips out spotting the engraved paper of words back to back. But this time, as I picked up my pen and reached out for my notebook... instead of writing, I began drawing. Due to the lack of my art supplies (left them in Boston), I used the pen & ink method and found myself tuning out myself and tuning into myART. LOVE has never tasted so sweet.

stay tuned...