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Name: Bekah
Birthday: 9/13/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: People, all night conversations, driving at night without the headlights on, spontaneity, painting from the inside out, wildflowers, words and all they can communicate and all they cannot capture, bringing a smile to someone's face, listening, shouting, dancing, running, living
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Bekahtd
Member Since:
5/22/2006
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Just Another Night
Her deep throated song growls
its way up the raw
brick walls and scratches
at the fading hardwood floors.
The coffee cups are solid and the wine glasses
deep. Thru warm,
thin, candle light we see out
side windows to busy
honking city streets.
Its unreal.
Your eyes are falling out
of your head and your fingers
never stop moving, tapping out
the rhythms on a sticky stained wood table. Everything
but the music mixes with smoke.
Your jaw is losing its harsh angle.
Edges become blurry,
soft and she’s singing
something about a long road,
a hard drink,
a sensible moment
gone by.
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| "Red wine with every meal and Absinthe after dinner" thank you Minus The Bear for summing up my Europe trip in one song... not really...it would take a million songs to even begin to touch my Europe trip...
Im in Germany now, and officially in my last week of travelling
Where did the summer go?
The United States feels so far away...it feels like I've always been a part of every city I travel to
the fine line between memory, the past, the present, and the future has become so blurry
Every moment is a whole world...I've never been so completely present for my life before. There is no worrying about tomorrow or yesterday But all things must end, pass, fade
and tomorrow, or a month from now, or the next second I will get up from this computer and walk into real life again Real life being Wheaton, Chicago, America...where there is no simple existance. Back to stress, work, and nothing to ease the pace...
I've seen a different pace of life this summer...or at least once I left England and other Wheaton students...
I think Wheaton is extreme...we kill ourselves to be excellent and we'd never just sit around and talk over a beer(covenant) or even over coffee...coffee is only drunk so we can stay up later, finish more papers, apply to more grad schools, and organize more student ministrys... I want to not get sucked into that again...Im the worst, I kill myself with activities, but I want to remember to breathe, to drink tea, to take life as it comes and not rush through every day stuffing it full to the brim of activities, only to fall into bed and do it all over again the next day... So Im breathing deep for my last week in Europe
slow breakfasts over coffee, drinking late in pubs, walking, talking, writing, smoking, laughing, existing....and breathing deep | | |
| Cobblestones. It all comes back to cobbelstones|
My shoes are wearing so thin, its like walking on paper
My impression of Europe is the outline of each individual stone through my shoes.
I'll miss cobblestones once I leave, Chicago is full of easy to walk on sidewalks, smooth, paved. Tonight I leave for Budapest, each couple nights brings a new city, a new place, new people, new languages, new, new,new
Everywhere I go is new and so old, the stones are crumbling and stained.
This is no kind of travel blog, I'm distracted. This sort of thing should be written in quiet, over a bottle of wine. Not in the office of a Prague hostel with Czech television playing in the background. oh well such is life | | |
| Tintern Abbey, a Reflection on a Visit
Afterwards
in a bar or crowd
of familiar faces, smiles
and small talk
that makes you sick
the formulistic phrases
that stick in your throat
and the grating sound of a smile
close up as the lips
pull away
from the teeth
barring saliva and a stranger
Its afterwards
and I'm aching for silence
for that solitude
space
between round columns
filled up by green grass carpet
that deadens sound and footsteps
Arched vaultways of stone that truly
open up and thrust us to heaven
An open abbey that contains, captures nothing
and holds the quiet of my mind
captivated.
The silence of a racing mind now calm
contented to be itself alone
without having to connect, adjust or engage
but simply to rest
with my back against worn rock
looking up stone columns and into an ever
changing sky.
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| Im leaving for England today
getting on a plane and flying away
will goodbyes ever get easier?
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