Thursday, December 2, 2010
Chasing rainbows and stealing moonlight are the harbingers of youth. But the world is not always as it appears.
I want to tell you about patchwork clouds and trampolines, the scent of warm summer grass and the right song on the radio. I want to tell you about the glow from a dashboard and the sounds of winter just outside your barely cracked window. I want to tell you of sand & sable and what it was like to believe that anything was still possible.
I want to share with you the feeling of cool lake water on my toes, lapping its way up onto my ankles. I want to give you my eyes so you see what built me, defined me, and sent me off into tomorrow. I want you to take the wheel of the truck that broke down the barriers of forever and propelled me beyond the county line.
I want you to know that what I've done has been done before & what I've yet to do... has as well.
We've got one second to breath, two minutes to bleed & three hours left to believe in. We have sixty days to live, seventy years to give & one hundred thousand little pieces to leave along the way.
I want you to realize that sometimes we're nothing more than fireflies.
Don't blink or you just might miss us.
Unless we're stuck in a jar.