Hymnal

i, no doubtedly, think you a repository for my thinking.

i get a real buzz out of the endearing attribute of yours of sometimes answering, sometimes not.

when the formality flag of reciprocity is down, i feel the most comfortable.

i think your silence can become easily confused with my conscience. i have had little chance to write to 'space' and let it echo back so to speak. but that said, naturally i love your profound, human tainted answers equally as much as the echoes.

at first i was ashamed of this perpetual need to message you; but now, i hope with no pain to you, i want to unleash. just be human. to embrace the manifestations of emotion, whatever they may be.

i just wish they could be written on crinkled rice paper, with a flowing ink nib, sealed and stamped and delivered (perhaps by horse and cart) to your door.

but oh, what an ideal. an ideal short lived in moments of past times; and in moments when i am driven enough to write an actual letter.

that said, i want to share with you some fine revelations that have presented themselves to me of late.

i feel i am tired of the realisation of what love, and hope, faith, and charity et al are meant to be upon our conscience. more often than not do they shackle us perhaps than redeem?

the eternal expectation of how human beings must act in given situations. what is this? is this living? where are the grandparents of the soul; where is intuition? why must people feel guilt over for breaking new ground?

why is love not seen as a spectrum, but a sole point of attachment and acquirement? of territory? of egos colliding.

aaah.

this world is infinite.

i want to share it

by passing it into the cusp of your palm

while the galaxies gaze down at us,

its children;

i want to do this

with no strings attached.

i am addicted to two songs right now by 'hot chip'.

certainly not the melancholic tone of my last few messages, but instead laced with childlike wonder (possibly on a trip of acid!), joy, flamboyance and indulgence in life.

if anything, they are a tribute to the 90's children that we are, who danced around empowered by childlike rapture.

'motion sickness'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4f_olfZTbMo

'flutes'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oo2lCREilQw&feature=related

and in the context of summer, there is a 'white winter hymnal' by the 'fleet foxes' which explodes spring from its frosty belly.

its coldness warms me, if you know what i mean!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrQRS40OKNE

does my constant messaging overwhelm you?

you may ask why i don't talk to you of these things in person. well, i find too oft we are surrounded by spontaneous words that are glorious and generous to incredible conversations and that these thoughts never present themselves until i am alone.

alone to wonder what the world may mean to me, to you, to all of us.

love.