June on the West Coast

"There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that is exists." --Derrick Jensen

Things Fall Apart

'The as the dog said, "If I fall down for you and you fall down for me, it is play." Marriage should be a play not a fight; so we are falling down again.' -Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart

The feeling of forgetting

I think I've accurately figured out how to define this feeling creeping through my soul. Not exactly fear but, the realization that me heart will never be broken again. And that scares me. I'm afraid I'll miss it. Or get used to life without it. A sort of complacency.