sometimes i wish i was somewhere else...
simple islandish, isolated, smelling of moss and other basic life forms
some days are like this.

i just went walking in the rain. it was warm for this time of year and that still = absolutely freezing.
how grateful can i be to have a roof over my head...i am filled
food in the quietly humming fridge
clothes to layer my well-fed body
books, music, film to nourish my impatient mind
friends to speak to on the phone, hours of pure love or just hours to fill
family to provide absolute evidence that we are who we are.

my life is abundant and yet there is pain.
the quest for more
more
more
i am so hungry to live a wonderful life
sometimes i forget i am already living it.

then someone drives by in a k-car with a peeling sticker that reads
life is not a dress rehearsal
and i smirk and then i realize they are
totally
and completely correct.

and on i go.