Stop Motion Picture - Bethesda

Found what’s been nagging.

Pulled on my strings.

Raised my arm and closed my eyes.

Though I’m surrounded by moving things,

are we stop motion posing our lives?

I realize solitude is near… solitude.

I watch the birds flying South wishing the warmth will bring them health.

Gone too.

Time will soon take away from me what I’ve been collecting.

I’ll sell off everything.

Here I lay out my empty arms.

If I’m done receiving, can I still do you harm?

Solitude.

Found this old knife, so we’ll carve out our names in the legs of

furniture.

Stretching for purpose — maybe I’m yours.

Rusted blades make shavings of pain conjoining fates.

You and me.

I watch the bears in their caves hiding from all that will bring

them pain.

Gone too!

Time will soon take away from me what I truly love.

Can I give up everything?

If this plane’s really going down, does it really matter?

We’re falling towards the ground.

You and me.

In the bright, in the pride, will you elevate?

I didn’t know you.

With the lost, with the poor, with the crashing faith,

I will see, I will see, I still see you leave one thousand.

Find the lost one!

You will soon take away from me what I’ve been collecting.

I’ll sell off everything.

Here I lay out my empty arms.

I’m not done receiving.

Fall into your charms.

You and me.