Friday, December 14, 2012

Wear My Love

Sometimes, more frequently than I could ever imagine, in my fantasies and in my dreams, the world awakes to pure, unadulterated tragedy and devastation. Something ugly and hateful almost beyond recognition. On these days, I wish I could wear my love, like a thick fur coat, warm and comforting. Wear my love for my family, my filmmaker, my friends near and far, for harrowing poetry, for provocative paintings, for new terrain and new adventures, for everything beautiful and simple and good, like something soft and visceral, for everyone to see and to touch and share. Wear this, and embrace my beloved ones, all at once, firm in my two open arms.

(image taken from EHB)

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