Prelude, Vision, Conclude.

The cry can be truly substantial. Deafening. Immovable. Grieving. 

You were my feast, my patron of force,

The definer of love. 

You spoke to me the attentive language of immeasurable gesture. 

This is the meaning. The life. 

And as we flew over the mountains, I shifted my eyes to a certain point of view. Then the snow-crested mountaintops took movement until they transformed into monumental crests of waves and I pretended. I pretended we were flying over a great ocean that existed however many years before man. And it felt like magic. It felt like time travel. It's a different feeling, flying over water, than flying over land...like it would be okay to crash to the watery depths even when drowning has always been one of my greatest fears. I look out the window again, and my makeshift ocean grows more violent. And for the first time in my life, I fall in love with a large body of water. 

As such, I would devote my heart to the mythical.

Then I remember my first flight to Denver some years before. I was there on a short layover. It was night. I remember thinking how depressing and industrial it looked. Almost like a lit up little factory. I remember thinking about what you must be doing at that very moment. 

What I'm digging these past few days.

Of Montreal - "Nonpareil of Favor"

My lover, I've been donating time to review all the misinterpretations that define me and you. I'm thinking about you in my secret language because you're the only one who can help me take it easy. Now I'm happy in the head, knowing there ain't no sucker in the world that's a threat to us. But we've become material. It's like, hey, you were always there, just on the tip of my tongue. And I needed you to happen, yeah. And now that you've happened and it really, really, really came true, I feel like I ought to thank somebody. So I'm going to thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So I'm calling your ass up at, like, three in the morning, saying, "Wake up, young dragon. Let's go get compromised. You'll be my little ally and you can huddle which way you choose." Now I'm so bugged out by your paradigm kisses. How I've acted out southern hemispherical. And the gods know, cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love. I'm cracking my sweet love.

So here we are once again. I missed blogging. Things will be happening here. Thoughts, recommendations, loves, updates, etc. More to come...