quiet thoughts.

children of venice.
part one.
i can still smell the air,
hear sunday morning silence upon the streets
as i remember this moment.
with a camera. in venice.

very tired tonight.

have so many things that i want to say. want to share.

but words aren't finding me easily.


another late night with work.

although i did find my way home a bit earlier for a change.

the deadline is ever so close. and i'm ever so far away.

but gwen's coming over for dinner tomorrow night.

so on the drive home,

and mulling upon indecisions of what the menu might be,

i bought a bit of this and a bit of that.

coming to the conclusion,

that a bit of cheese, a few marinated olives and a glass of wine

might be just perfect for a bite to eat on an night like tonight.

to be honest, i can't even remember the last time

the past few weeks even had me in a store.

and i hadn't bought my ritual of roses this week either,

so that was done tonight as well.

it was nice, just coming home

putting things in their place.

sitting down, and even with this yearning,

this constant lull upon my heart strings,

it was nice just to have the quiet. the peace. the calm.

yes. even with the taunting storm and wind outside.


it almost feels like spring is on its way.


so i think i'm simply going to bed.

keeping the words deep within. simply as thoughts.

quiet. hushed.

but if you listen closely,

they can still be heard.


just like the falling rain. outside.

"There are days
I drop words of comfort on myself
like falling rain
and i remember it is enough
to be taken care of by myself."

- brian andreas -