Daily Keemo. 9.26.11. When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope

When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope
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The StoryI think the title says it all with this one. Don't you?
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Daily Keemo. 9.22.11. I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)

I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)
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It was late. I mean real late. Like 3:47 AM kind of late. The morning alarm was less than 4 hours away and I was at the desk pushing the paints and there was no sign laying down the brushes and packing it in. Like most insomniacs, I was just getting started, I suppose. The best ideas and best words and most peaceful moments all come when the rest of the world is sleeping. Maybe it is that simple idea that keeps me awake. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm leading myself astray at the times. I will walk out into the yard at these hours and look up and down the street and hope to see some kind of sign that there is someone else at that moment that shares this idea. It never happens. I listen to the silence for a moment, then always walk back in and sit back in front of the paints and push them around until they speak to me no more and the room goes dark.
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Daily Keemo. 8.23. So Far Away From That Moment

So Far Away From That Moment

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I couldn't sleep last night. This is not unusual so I got up and went downstairs and the tiles on the floor in the kitchen were cold under my bare feet because it is winter and and it was 4:14 AM. Out the window I could see that snow was falling down in huge, slow flakes and standing at the window, in the blue light of the streetlamp, the street was silent and the house was silent and I was silent and I just looked out and went over things and thought about people and places and words and events and the past and the future and how sitting there in the dark looking at the reflection in the glass, I had no real connection to any of it. It all seemed so far away from that moment, in the dark. Eventually, the snow stopped and so did my daydreams at the window and I walked back up the stairs, still disconnected from everything. Enjoy!