she wishes she were speechless more often than not

tomorrow is my second and last day (of two) of fall break. theres a lot that i would like to do. a few things i have to do. a few i should do but probably wont. thats depressing.

If I could I would wake up and drive to the mountains and just spend the day there. Take a journal, take a book, but sometimes even those things get in the way of pure unrefined thinking. The sweet kind you wish you had caught down on paper because it seems immeasurably remarkable. And you come to conclusions and set beautiful goals. The kind that tickles your imagination and ignites a fire of passion for life you know can and was created to be greater. The kind that gets lost amidst the business of dos and donts and appropriateness and necessity of what you superficially refer to as the daily grind of your life. They get lost in the alarm clock, the shower, the toothbrush, the coffee. The coffee with a drop of half and half and two scoops of sugar. And you forget you had something so sweet until you have run yourself thin enough until the only action your senses know to take is to give up the resistance and give in to the sweet unrefined Love that loved you enough to start the process that you and your manipulative sin misdirected and let grow in the first place. The kind that captivates you with speechlessness once you surrender, and loves you without letting go.