i feel like i’m missing the poetry of life lately.i am a firm believer in reality, but life has been so analytical lately...that i’ve been missing the flow of our flaws in everyday life. hurrying to and fro...i’m missing the cracks in the ceiling, the glances of strangers, the way words can roll off a tongue in the most deliciously evocative way. i am missing the rhythm of footsteps and garbled words, the pattern we weave as we brush past each other leading separate lives that form a mottled, incongruous but beautiful whole. in short, i am missing the poetry that fills the minds of those who walk alongside me in this sprawling urban labyrinth.
life has been so much about analysis, about eschewing assumptions (those dirty little devils) and about the search for empirical truths...which has left me feeling more than a little empty. i need to find a way, a space, a spare moment of time here and there to reclaim some of the poetic ponderings that result in emotional resonance and meaning...interpreting looks and sounds and sights and smells, finding what lingers closest to peoples' hearts...i both want and need to feel the pulse of the world again...
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