we can fail - thoughts #227
Reblogged from killingcharlemagne February 21st, 2012 25 notes #thoughts #proseStuck in Puntarenas, some ferry town built around the concept of passage, I sat ringing my hands on a collapsed storm wall. Watching children jump towards breaking white caps, and I can talk sunsets. The sky on fire over the interior Gulf. But it comes in waves, small moments built to roll. And we have been told it takes patience. Or chemicals. But always patience. The pull of time necessary to forget. Wishing nothing more than to live in moments devoid of unknowing triggers. When the smell of burning garbage found in the Third World can bring on bullets and razor wire as I pretend to have been secure. With movements towards something of redemption. Only to drown again in the Pacific.
