home is west of here

You have told me little about your travels home

You go there as much as you can, and return with few details, remarking only on the way it refreshes you. A trip that gives you back your energy, your motivation towards progress.

I ask you simply what occurs. There are details that are not in focus in the photograph; people’s faces are obscured by blank furniture or blank glances.

I wonder what would happen to my visions if the holes were patched, the rips sewn shut.

We can each make our lives seem more exciting, but the most exciting of all is living them together, nothing can compare to that, and admitting that counts. There is something freeing in allowing that concept to cross our lips. We know it is true, but saying it is more. Reinforcing this belief to each other.

Not being there makes everything mean more, but never being there makes everything mean nothing.

We are always walking along cliffs, not always in our minds. Balance is hard to maintain, but giving up is cheating. So keep both arms out, and walk along the lines you are drawing for yourself, touching and making the most of every intersecting path, every out-reached hand.