when the night lulls.

Sunday, June 21, 2009 4:52:09 PM




i heard

that vulnerability is like raw tissue being exposed to the wind. the air both poisons and heals, like the growth of a scab, or the burning of wood into ash for the soil, or a vaccine coursing through the blood. faintly toxic. finally healing.

i want to live in this way, something risky. not the rush of candy or sunlight, but enduring and restorative. i want to face myself head on, knowing i can see in, feeling this is a gamble, and going for it. i want to be good in a way that is nourishing and lasts. i want to understand when the night lulls poetry and memories and secrets.




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