I strive for…

motr…but I see the impossible every day. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you’re speaking, they aren’t just waiting for their turn to talk — they hear you. They feel exactly what you feel at the same time that you feel it.

It’s what I strive for every time I open my mouth — that impossible connection.

Explanation: Sarah Kay

Ships passing: mote-historie

Doing?  Lying in bed, listening to the distant sound of a motorcycle rumbling through my tiny village.   Absently wondering if the sandman plans to sleep over tonight, and wishing I’d have remembered a glass of wine for him as well…