A Journal of Sorts
"when I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained but darlin' when I hold you don't you know I feel the same" ~ Guns 'n Roses ~ and purple rain, purple rain... how I can mock the deepest pain... must be proof that I'm insane... here it comes 'round once again... what, not another party?... happy new year and all the seasons folly?... and what would you do if I cried?... if I reached for your hand with all I have inside?... if I place in your care a heart that never lied?... and what would you do if I died?... alright, already... incessent is not always a good quality, ya know?... well at least we don't have to deal with all that millenium hoopla and confusion (which year is it?... well, it's not this one) for a while... humans are strange... so much time is devoted to the deciding of how and when to celebrate the passing of one moment in time for one moment and so little time or energy is spent in actually celebrating all the time time all the time... yeah, and if you understand that, you are welcome and encouraged to apply for the position... these journals have become (oh, is it time to reflect a bit?) part challenge to the world (that would be you, especially if I don't know you) and part please to the same world (you, again) to stop the cruelty and start living the love you keep professing to hold most holy and part personal penance for all that's been lost and part fantasy (which part is for you to discover upon deeper {and clever} explorations during your visit to the physical spaces we can share) and part love story (and part love tragedy) and part letter to all the friends I've ever known or ever will know and part confusion (oh really?) and part oil and part vinegar (or at least a light vinegrette, perhaps with some basil) and part silliness and part seriousness and part irreverence and part reverence and part real and part dream and part of what?... for my next trick, I shall pull a rabbit out of the trap... (poor bunny... aren't you glad it wasn't a cat?) and for my next distraction (drum roll if you please), I shall remind you that I am not always writing to you, but always sharing with you and that, in and of itself, deserves something... so please send something... or anything... yes, anything would be a find substitute for something... picture it... and now, imagine the dance we could share if we were in the mood (to take the A train?... to nirvana, I hope... I prefer alternatives)... can I interest you in something wet and wild... or perhaps something hot and juicy?... or when all else fails, there's always chocolate... will you sign my dance card?... oh come on, say something already J |
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