set a fire.

i think this speaks for itself.

Viðrar Vel Til Loftárása

for i am convinced.

that there is nothing better than the words of a sigur ros song translated into english:::

I Slide Forward
Through My Head
I Think Half Way
Backwards
See Myself Sing
The Anthem We Wrote Together
We Had A Dream
We Had Everything
We Rode To The End Of The World
We Rode Searching
Climbed Skyscrapers
Which Later Exploded
The Peace Was Gone
Balance Leaks Out
I Fall Down
Slide Forward
Through My Head
I Always Return To The Same Place
Total Silence
No Answer
But The Best Thing God Has Created
Is A New Day

go.

from a letter written in April 2011:

"through Springs and Summers, Autumns and Winters we will walk. at times venturing on our own. but at all times- aware of the other promenading within an arms length. the parade of your beauty is one i want to watch from afar. yet at the same time one i want to cover my face and turn away from.

open your eyes. your world awaits.
i wish i could carry you always, but you must carry yourself."

Hi.

i'll bring my words back soon, but for now, the heart & mind of Uncle Walt. --- "ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love—fingers that wind around tighter than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen;
Breezes of land and love—breezes set from living shores out to you on the living sea—to you, O sailors!	5
Frost-mellow’d berries, and Third-month twigs, offer’d fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are,
Buds to be unfolded on the old terms;
If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you;
If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees." -from Walt Whitman's 'Calamus Poems' --- love is alive. and i am living it.