after weeks and weeks of near-constant tagging i can see nothing but tags.. i tag my waking thoughts after dreams and dreams of extracts, body text, and headings

my love..دلم.. милая
happiest birthday
warmest kisses

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; 
I fled Him, down the arches of the years; 
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways 
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears 
I hid from Him, and under running laughter. 
Up vistaed hopes I sped; 
And shot, precipitated, 
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears, 
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. 
But with unhurrying chase, 
And unperturbèd pace, 
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, 
They beat--and a Voice beat 
More instant than the Feet-- 
'All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.'

-- francis thompson, "the hound of heaven"

how it happens

one day there is an image--or a phrase. usually an image. one day (a week, a month, a year later) there is a phrase to paint the image... the slightest hint of a plan. one day there is more--or less. one day i panic. many days. one day i put it on the shelf. one day i take it off.

one day it's gone... "finished" to the extent that i can think of it no longer.

and the silence is unbearable.

sometimes it's you i miss. but more often than not, i miss the feeling of knowing you in some way... knowing about you, even a little

my thoughts and prayers with all those in Ahar, Heris, Mehraban,Varzaqan, and surrounding areas

.. terribly saddened by every irrelevant and ridiculous argument i'm hearing

just.. send help. send help now, through whomever or whatever means necessary