i know why the caged bird sings

my roomate's been carrying this book around in her purse for about four years now wanting to read it...
but you know, it's never too late to start, right?

captive to a notion i never got to touch, i sit at heaven's door
with heroes who have died for such and given even more
how can i bemoan this cage about my heart,
when i myself in here did fling?
the view is nice between the bars
it stirs my soul to sing.


and i find it kind of funny
i find it kind of sad
that the dreams in which i'm dying
are the best i've ever had
~ G. J.

unsayable

rilke says,
"things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life."

we say,
laugh and lean over the balcony. laugh and lounge in the chair. don't speak words. don't stop laughing. don't stop being friends. this moment is untangible. we held it in our hands.

ian, camille, al and i were just infinite for a minute. we were all laughing, all uncontrollably. and i don't know why but i can't see why not. it was a work of art for sure.