Of course nothing lasts forever. But nothing lasts for very long. Have you ever gone somewhere, done something, known someone, being especially aware how soon it would blow away. Was it better that way?
This is one in a pair of installments I did, diptych style, based on a few simple birds flying. The other one is found just behind: http://secretvespers.com/2009/01/06/birds-back-v1/ Have you ever been left like this, with a need that seems to last forever?
Have you ever hoped someone would miss you?
Do you ever feel desperate for experiences; fuller, richer, more unforgettable ones? Like no matter how intensely you feel things, you want to feel them more, whatever the risk?
A friend sent me a novel about a woman split into five women, or into the same woman but at divergent ages and personalities. Is there such a thing as being melded together and whole, and how would you ever know?
I hope you were given flowers recently, and that you love their smell as they cling desperately to their last shreds of life. All kidding aside, what do you do with flowers you are given?
There is a species of frog, now extinct except in captivity, that has learned how to gesture. Should the disappearance of amphibians serve as a warning to us?
Have you ever wanted to throw away the things for which you are the most grateful? Have you wanted to be unloved, unpopular, and anonymously, utterly free?
