souledness.

*paris, france: spring 2010

just go. drop your material possessions, day planner, calendar full of kittens, and go. take those two legs evolution has worked so hard on and make them move: the pace is completely open ended. look up, look down, look the opposite way when crossing the street. take a new route, a grassy route, a route you told yourself you'd take three years ago. take some time to look at the clouds flow with the air you are inhaling. break some rules you think you need to follow.

this is a rough draft of a list that was given to me about six months ago, i decided to give it a try: to cease the bitching on the ten toes i still have, and went. i won't tell you exactly what happened, it just wouldn't be fair. i can, however, pass this list on and hope you take the subtle hints.

...in all seriousness; each time you step out of your door you are further from home, so why not make it interesting?

allow me to (re)introduce myself..

in case you have misunderstood.

-lowt

both ends are shriveling ...

hearing murmurs of independence
in junction with the foreclosure of
human heroes.


if you hear yourself,
you might want to listen again.


take a stroll and listen to that nat in your subconscious. it is sweat season after all...

until then,

lowt

cause I've been awake at night..

Sloshing in the back of my cranium, current never stagnant..

Knitted Freedom.

I'll never get tired of looking at this stuff in the metro..

The only acceptable flower shirt, Moms has the street smarts.

Heaven, in paper back form.

National Gallery, London (Last night of roaming)

[this is what I think of when the term 'kickback' gets thrown around]

the flight home was a breeze.

there is a reason for this hiatus...

-lowt

he can be gentle..

* Paris, France: May, 2010

I've taken flight. Turned enemies to friends and have seen buildings grin. The digits I look down to have fallen off and regrown. Twice. Soles are no longer made of skin, but cobblestone. Some fears have grown stronger, some habits changed. A family thousands of miles away lent me a key to their home. They've settled within a section of my chest. That ledge I used to stand on, afraid to lift a wing, has shifted out of the frame. Bring on the the open seas, I've learned a few things. These digits will regrow. See you in the Baltic, I've got an e.t.a to honor.