Bleeding
Bleeding
...dripping, blending, combining...
Some evenings
end too late.
Some mornings
begin too early.
Everything
bleeds
into every
other thing.
The wind picks up,
blowing water and dust
around the globe,
in all directions.
The puddles overflow,
spilling into creeks,
forming rivers,
feeding the oceans.
Some things sit
a thousand years
resisting the wind
and the rain.
I'm up too early,
gone to bed too late,
spread too thinly,
across time and space.
I believe in running through the rain
and crashing into the person you love
and having your lips bleed on each other.
~ Billy Bob Thornton
Life is a process of becoming,
a combination of states we have to go through.
Where people fail is that they wish
to elect a state and remain in it.
This is a kind of death.
~ Anaïs Nin
