Tuesday. 10:38. AM. Road. Weary.

Morning. Coffee.

Sigur Ros.

Headphones.

Light Wind.

Sky.

Watered Down Blue.

Hills.

Rolling.

Colorless.

Words.

Ancient.

Written.

Stamped.

Thoughts.

Arguing.

Trying.

Pondering.

Reminding.

Pursuing.

"is this not the kind of fasting i have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the chords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?  Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter-when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?”

Tears.

Whispers.

Memories.

Continents.

Poverty.

Children.

Fatherless.

Motherless.

Bones.

Dirt.

Hope.

Love.

Passion.

Create.

Live.

Burden.

Do.