It’s snowing gently, woodsy music is playing in the background, and thoughts of Christmas (really, only the best excuse to take time to remember God and how he’s all of my happiness) are glowing embers in my chest.
I have a naked juice on the window ledge next to me and I have just made a list of everything to accomplish before the semester is done. And I actually feel like I can do it.
My group for Intro to Film got together today to film a unique scene (the subway scene) from Amelie in the style of Charlie Chaplin. I will always remember the stillness of the stairways, the perpendicular lines, the echoing of blacks and whites in the wide-open spaces. And the hat resting on my pretty new hair. And the silence.
My life feels organized for once in a long while. And, for the first time in a long time, I feel beautiful.
I wish it wasn’t so hard for me to tell people how I feel!!
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
EVERY MORNIN GIRRRRRRRLLL ! ! !!!