Best pick-up line to date:

"Watching you from across the room as you write in your journal is like having the pleasure of studying an original Picasso."

don't speak

When words prove to be in excess, launder me in swirled provoking patterns, and I'll bask in the concise length of your tell-tale heart. However, when your liaison for verbal communication lacks fuel for the fire, I'll comfortably sit in silence and read your face instead. Never underestimate the power of presence and facial expression.

When I feel your heat, I read you. Paper, rock, scissors. ROCK. See, no words. All smiles.

One day

One day at a time
Each step creeks like my feet are on backwards
Over the woods and through the river, bitter cold water in my shoe seeps like a well deserved tragedy.
Not that playing God is overrated, but finding a path for my foot to tread might change the axis of my revolutions.
Upside down and back to back, I face myself.
Red with white jagged zig zags tear through the feng shui of my mind.

envy

My good friend Chris died. I couldn't make it to the funeral because I'm stranded, willingly on normal days, in a different geographic state. On the other hand, I am not separated by a different state of mind. I too wish I was with Chris, dancing before the Creator of the world, asking kajillions of questions...Or not, just basking in His presence.

I love observing people, just kicking back and absorbing their idiosyncratic quirks. I love getting purposefully lost in the woods, enforcing a time to venture through nature. I love being alone, letting the wheels of thought juice up for explosion. It's in these tid bits of earthly life that I feel I am closest to Him. It's as if the feeling I get while loving God's creations and seeing them for what they are is a little bit of Heaven.

As I see this world for what it is, a place of comic relief and adventure, though not shy of pain and broken hearts, I want nothing more that to live this life abundantly as Christ says we are able. Abundantly...what does this mean? As of now, my life is filled with constant conversation of snowboarding and beer. Expensive snowboarding and cheap beer. I don't take this for granted. This is a part of what makes people happy, helps pass the time of a somewhat confusing life. But there is more, I am assured of that. I have experienced it. If only I could see the version of heaven Chris now sees, I have a feeling that my trivial visions of the spiritual world might not compare to his new reality.

My dear friend Chris Wiggins who makes me laugh incessantly, I envy you.