pb

wish there was a smiley icon for the warm, surreal afterglow from 2hours of vinyasa yoga.

i've never experienced this level of relaxation before...except maybe after a long, hard day's night of blood and pain and ectsasy and heated sex.

i'm only 2 months into practicing it, and they say it only gets better as you go. one day i hope to slip into a meditative state of bliss and just never ever come back.

on a different note...surfing this site is sometimes extremely painful for me. i see sooooo very much hottness all around, inside and out. i feel like a lost ghost floating through throngs of wonderfully alive and spirited people, longing for and loving their beautiful vitality, only to fade to dust without actually being touched by it. its such a tease and ever so much a surreal and not quite corporeal experience...where you know these smiles and eyes and longing looks exist someplace in the actual world, but you just can't make them genuine, no matter how much you lament your solitude.

rants. all i have are books, computers, dreams and rants...at least that's how it feels on occasion.

sly eyes and big furry hugs to you all...'night.



-pb



music: massive attack, name taken
book: a walk in the woods, bill bryson