Simple Chaos

All the women who understand
How natural and good it is
To bare all clothes
And bring the smile of knowledge
Try the freedom that comes with it

With a smile, trumpets and drums
The desire for meaning comes
With a smile, trumpets and drums
The desire for meaning comes

Roaring inside her woman and anger
Roaring inside her woman and ire
Roaring inside her woman and anger
Roaring inside her woman and ire

“As a society we are embarrassed by love. We treat it as if it were an obscenity. We reluctantly admit to it. Even saying the word makes us stumble and blush… Love is the most important thing in our lives, a passion for which we would fight or die, and yet we’re reluctant to linger over its names. Without a supple vocabulary, we can’t even talk or think about it directly.”

-Diane Ackerman

Sleepless. Curious. Ponderous.

Nights that do no end. Evenings that end with the sun setting and mornings with the sun rising.

Birds chirping all throughout the night.

The old faithful porch sitting there.

Silent.

Lights gleaming.

People sleeping.

Not I.

Quiet house.

Heavy breathing.

Darkness.

Just the lights in my room. Just the simple Christmas lights providing me enough exposure to draw. To think. To see.

Driving.

In the car. To the coffee.

“hello, here is your coffee. have a great monday!”

Monday? It is Monday.

Days run into each other.

People keep going.

My mind wonders to the documentary A Day in the Life.

What is life like for the child in China? For the man in Canada? For the neighbors a couple hundred feet from me? My roommates?

I can only wonder.

Is there another soul desperately searching for answers?

I can imagine.

Is there a person out there who found all of the answers?

I doubt it.

Where is the truth? The honesty?

Do we want that?

I do.

The rawness.

Us exposed.

Is it too much to handle?

Perhaps.

But it is beautiful.

It is true.

It is you.

It is me.

Photos.

Happiness.

Remember the happiness.

Remember the love.

Remember the hope.

Remember the joy.