Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Tag: Love

September 10, 2013

Inhale and Exhale

Systole then diastole.

From the inward breath, Aleph, inspiration… to the first utterance, Bereshith, creation.

We take in so we may give.

We receive not for ourselves alone.

The greatest giver is always the most gifted.

April 2, 2012

Hydrophobia

I was thinking last night about how Old Yeller is such an extension of some of the vampire and zombie archetypes.

The corruption of trust and love; an insidious change in what we once thought was immutable. It follows the branching flow of the (in)sanity mentioned in that quote.

November 14, 2011

Entry

Our minds move past
the lights left lit,
long burned out
with our attentions
filaments twisted and charred,
only fit to welcome
cobwebs and spiders
now.