up in the air

Friday, Feb. 01, 2002 08:15

There's that moment when the question dies, but the answer hasn't been born yet. A gap, a space, a moment of holding one's breath. A moment of bewilderment.

I love that moment, just as you know you have an answer, but it just hasn't come out yet, and the question is over. It's like throwing a ball into the air, and catching the moment when it's stopped rising, but hasn't begun to fall yet.


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dland exuant omnes your voice drifts away into lost binary alleyways it echoes photography

last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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