just found this poem:
how is it that life can travel in continuous circles?
sometimes floating upwards. lighter than air. endlessly weightless towards the outskirts of the atmosphere.
sometimes spiraling downwards. slowly first, then crashing towards rock bottom. towards the unfixable.
life is constantly changing
shifting
moving.
life replays itself.
it heals itself.
it fixes itself.
just when everything seems totally hopeless, there comes a
glimmer.
a piece.
a hint of
new hope.
hope to soar upwards.
hope to fix the broken, split, shattered, circles surrounding our lives.
connecting our lives together. connecting our own life together.
becoming one.
OH and happy (almost) birthday to my big sister, the nanny. she's such an inspiration to me. i'm not sure she knows exactly how much she means to me, but i love that girl like crazy and miss her every day.
love,
cmatt
