Daily Keemo. 01.30. Proof Of Our Existence

Proof Of Our Existence
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It was late as we walked and
there were stars and
the sky was dark
but not black and
we didn't talk much because it was

one of those nights that we didn't need to.

It was late as we walked and
there were clouds of steam coming
from our mouths as we let go of
each breath and
proof of our existence was behind us in the snow and
in our hands and
in our eyes and
we didn't talk much because it was

one of those nights that we didn't need to.

...Enjoy!

 

 

Daily Keemo. 12.12. It Is Only A Matter Of Time Before The Cold Wind Blows Again

It Is Only A Matter Of Time Before The Cold Wind Blows Again
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We were in the city. It was Friday and it was cloudy and it was cold and the buildings stood up around us like trees without leaves. When we turned down some streets the wind blew down on us and we pulled each other close and I was glad the doctor gave me that medicine for the pain in my back so I could do this all without agony as she put her arm tightly around me. That is the only to walk in the city. Your arms wrapped around someone and all the other stuff is wrapped up in that embrace as well, but you don't talk about that stuff but you both know it's in there. You then turn another corner and the wind is not as strong and you loosen your embrace a bit but not quite all the way, because you really don't want to and you know it is only a matter of time before the cold wind blows again... Enjoy!


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Daily Keemo. 8.2. Walking With Thoughts Brings Thoughts When Walking

Walking With Thoughts Brings Thoughts When Walking
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I went for a walk and it was dark and there was little noise other than the sounds that came from my feet as they hit the pavement. The neighborhood was quiet and the interiors of houses where lit up and the images played like silent movies in the window frames. As I walked I couldn't help but feel like I have reached a crossroads. Like it is time for a change. Real change. Late night walks do that to you. You question and think and observe and daydream and replay and at the end of the walk the world seems a bit different than when you set out. Now, that I am back at the keyboard and the alarm clock is getting closer and the politics of the corporate world are only hours away, I can't help but feel like I am still at that crossroads, still on that walk, still listening only to myself and the sound of my feet as they hit the pavement again and again and again... Enjoy!
 

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