Monday, December 27, 2010

Another Year For Archival

Sometimes life is more than emptiness and pain, more than the need to be politically correct or to be sharp like the roads that wind around cliffs.

Life is more than the craving for love or a home, more than the silence that hangs in a winter night around the lit fireplace.

Life is more than the flight of a soul, like that of a bird, in its trials to shorten the distance between two thoughts.

Life is so much more and yet, each breath we take is so very light, that a sigh holding the weight of the world goes from heart to heart without the slightest ripple.