a new place to be

comfort zones are conflicting and claustrophobic. it is nice to step in the cold and wonder where to start a fire. 

when the truth is, I miss you

yes, prayer is right. in fact i've begun to believe that every single
act of ours is in one sense, a prayer - not to any specific deity, but
maybe in a more abstract sense to what the Greeks called eudaimonia,
the quest for happiness in our lives, our own and the lives of those
that are so closely intertwined with our own that the distinctions of
self and other cease to really matter. in most cases, and i'm
reasonably certain in ours as well, eudaimonia is to be sought in a
perfect admixture of chaos and order, and the moment one begins to
overwhelm the other, discomforts begin to manifest themselves. and so
it goes..

i keep logging into his accounts, filling his empty place with urgency...i cannot let the world just pass by without him ever knowing it..i see and feel for him and somewhere on a stranded cord he can hear me whisper.