light

I like the glow of the light that falls from a lamp. I like the shadows it casts on the wall, long and elegant, like a woman’s fingers. I like the warmth that radiates from the bulb. I move my hand close and the air hums softly. I love that light always breaks through darkness no matter how dark. Click: darkness

Click: light

I had to wander the garage aimlessly in order to find another bookshelf to house the books that find refuge here. The books grow from the carpeting, the windows, the walls, the air. Three bookshelves line my walls filled with books of different colors and shapes and moods. I’m reading A Prayer For Owen Meany. OWEN ALWAYS TALKS IN ALL CAP LETTERS. HE IS VERY HONEST. I’m also reading the Bible from front to back the way it’s bound-the way I have it. It paints such beautiful scrawling vivid pictures with each word.

There are items in my room that still have no place. I shove them in a corner but I know by tomorrow everything will be sprayed across the carpeting. Maybe these things don’t really belong to me.

I locked my wallet in my box of filed papers today.