Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I'm about to go for a run. But alot of things can happen on a run, and i have alot of things to say so i feel i should say them should they go horrendously unrecorded due to a sudden and untimely demise. You could get bitten by a rabid dog, shot by a gang member, kidnapped, raped, hit by a car, sudden torrential rain and flash flood, dust storm, heart attack due to hypertension, tree falls, squirrels, raccoons, horny toads, west nile carrying mosquitoes, broken ankles, crotchety neighbors, questionable wacoans...

basically its just a miracle i'm alive :)

anyways, what i would like to record, for no reason at all is that I just realized that you were the first picture that i ever shot and developed. And I think thats neat. 
Also, I would like to note, that i can feel the impending heartbreak that is the end of this year. I will suddenly feel very alone, very lost, and very without a home.
Also i would like to note that home is something i have taken for granted for a long time.
I'm not sure i have one this summer, which is upsetting.
I'm not sure whats going to happen.
I'm very, very
very
very
very
very
scared.

And now i'm going for a run, but know this in case the squirrels succeed in my demise:

I wish for everyone that in their life time 
they fall in love as deeply and as purely as i have been in love
they get hurt as deeply and as purely as i have been hurt
they explore as unashamedly and spontaneously as i have 
and that at some point or another they have a home.
I also think that everyone in their lifetime should experience a mid fall day in atlanta, and finger painting session.
and....
a physical activity that is so demanding that you almost vomit, but finish the game anyways.

1 comment:

Samantha Cole said...

Jessica Anne Cole,
are you aware of how you move me?
Not only is it a miracle that you're alive, its a blessing.
I love you, still one more.
Run! Run until you throw up because you've run so much! But not away from things. Run because you love it, not because you're afraid.

We will be together on a mid fall day in ATL before you know it.
I love you, sister.