A Journal of Sorts
"tell me all about yourself and how you came to me like in a dream and every night I dream of you I dream of you when I'm in your arms, is this heaven? ~ Justin Hayward - John Lodge ~ (Moody Blues) so much of my online time is spent waiting for this little overcrowded laptop to find the memory or drive space to open programs (or re-open programs that crash dozens of times a day)... Outlook Express crashes every other time I try to use it, at least... makes for a distaste of email correspondence... still... someone's words broke through and inspired this... because of the words you write because you love the night because you love poetry and actually, all your life is poetry because music has been your best friend for the biggest part of your life because you thank music for making you survive because you love libraries and books and reading and writing because you love animals beause you love to learn because you know more than I know I wish I knew all you knew I wish I knew you I love you and if not for him, I'd confess that I want to fall in love with you, but respect I have (too much, in fact) for bonds and commitments and romance... I wish you happiness... I wish you wonders and excitements and amazements in this experience you call life... I wish you would smile at me, just once :) every 'because' above reflects me so precisely it might be frightening if I allowed fear to overcome the excitement of finding people in this world who shared similarities... I believe in ethereal twins, sisters, brothers, families... I have no other family, so I adopt those who inspire me... you've inspired me beyond words, more than any in recent months... longer... but comparison is useless when the feeling is this precious... if I could, I'd adopt you... I'd accept any bond you'd wish... I'd be honored to be called your friend... and this is my first impression, my gut instinct... from here, we can be friends or we can be soulmates (I have many and not all are romantics like me, some are very platonic, some even more abrasive and contradictory than one might expect)... I sense you are a soulmate... one who could remind me of a path I've wandered away from in recent years, one closer to my soul than I am today... I wonder if you understand what I mean... may you accept my appreciation as innocently and unconditionally as I offer it and may it inspire your smile... may you and Hans and Rudy and all you love share happiness and peace and all the pleasures of life for a long long time... for those not threatened by honest love can share the experience of life touched by the wonder of the branches reach for the sky to hear the song the wind plays on leaves to feel the precious gift of a childs laughter to see the trust in the eyes of any living being not threatened by honest love I wish you'd love me in innocence I wish you'd see me in harmlessness I wish you'd find me in loneliness I wish you'd love me in happiness I wish you'd love me and understand I wish you'd see me as I am (as yet unfinished, tentatively titled Honest Love, and originally inspired by nocturna and actually written ten days ago, though finally added sometime in the future... ah, but who truly understands time or the ways of love?) shades of what may come? (there's always hope) J |
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