this morning i ran into a sudden mob of people, taking a stand, marching the streets, carrying a flag and standing up for something they had obvious reasons to believe in so strongly.
i have major respect for each one of them.
the cops were attempting to block off sections of the road, but not one thing was going to put their efforts to an end.
it gave me chills thru my spine
i can't help but wonder if its possible to develop such feelings for someone, when the most you've experienced with one-another is a few deep conversations, a bottle of whiskey shared with a home-made fire --built inside of a park tunnel, and a couple of comforting hugs -- each followed by an (un-needed) explanation.
"Float like butterflies and sting like teddybears, as I could do you no harm. Each jab is a cheek kiss, soul-searching question, mutual laughter, hands-held skipping through the streets, inspiration, coffee and cigarettes, pillow fight, breakfast-in-bed, mind-excavation, sunny-day picnic on a red and white checkerd blanket with sun tea and poetry and serenades on acoustic guitars while you sit up in a tree and then I chase you around the sandbox and we remember being ten and after the fairy dust wears off I fall back into nineteen and just lay in the grass with you appreciating every single molecule on this earth until our conversation falls into flowery run-on sentences such as this one."
- i wish for one day, the entire world would become mute--hold back their ignorance, while allowing him to capture their minds with his words, the way he did to me.