The Questions Buildings Ask?
20110630 @ Thursday, June 30, 2011
Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down.
Why did you raise me, if all you wanted to do, was bring me low.
Why did you make me, if all you wanted to do, was break me
Well Enough
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I know you well enough to know you'll forgive me, I hope you know it's so.
I know you well enough to know that you'll never put everything on the table because everything you could have is everything you are so scared of losing.
And I know you well enough to know that we don't need to say anything to put it on the table because your eyes and your arms and your smile say everything you've ever thought and everything we've always known.
The Wasted Words
Thursday, June 30, 2011
You will forgive me, I hope you don't mind me saying, I just wanted to add, if you've got time and I've said it before and I'll say it again, because you should know, before we go any further, we should put everything on the table because the reality is and the truth is and the fact of the matter is, I shouldn't interrupt but I was wondering and if you know, please tell me, how we manage to say so much, without saying anything at all.
The Chance For Light
Thursday, June 30, 2011
No gods or devils. No angels or demons. No group of people controlling the world. Not the greatest person to ever live. Not the worst. Just people. Just a person. Just like you and me
The Roar of The World
Thursday, June 30, 2011
And while it may feel like you're in a stadium, in front of a crowd screaming that you must die, there are voices in that crowd, if you listen closely, screaming for you to live.