I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The meaning of (o)
A stone. I was here. I listened. I read. I felt.
A small mark in the vast universe to show you passed by.
The embers of a shared campfire when the travelers continue their separate journeys.