A Journal of Sorts
"your words go through and through me and leave me totally dazed for they do such strange things to me they nearly make me gloomy for you dear are so clever so obviously the top I wish you'd go on forever I wish even more you'd stop" ~ The Roches ~ it may not be madness, but it's been such fun to use phrases like the method to my madness for so long that I'll accept my madness if it is so... I wonder... do you know the difference between clean sweat and dirty sweat?... and why I might want to taste yours? (ok, let's say maybe I want to taste Meg Ryan's or Clare Danes (or any of the upper echilon of Libbo's fantasies) if a third party is less embarrassing to discuss... of course it's sexual, but it's way beyond lust (though don't know the lust part, it's amazing)... you don't have to believe in the senses you can access in that body of yours to experience them... call it magic or chemistry (and it is) or alchemy or whatever rational explanation with which you are comfortable... but the fact is, whether you consciously experience the full potential of your physical senses or not, you do experience them and it's usually better to bring the feelings/senses into consciousness (for deeper appreciation, broader understanding, and much more effective sharing)... and then there's scent... I want to fall in love again I don't want to do it myself I can fall in love so easily with a book upon my shelf or a song or film or fantasy endless depths are what I feel I want someone to share it with me I want to make it real in the physical world where the senses can share the amazing experience we know when we care in the physial world where dreams can come true the magical gift of living when someone else does it for you the last time I trusted I was betrayed beyond any nightmare I ever imagined and still I am bleeding and still I believe in unconditional trust and unbridled passion maybe I'm just a hopelessly hopeful romantic maybe my dreams will never come true but I'll keep believing, giving and receiving waiting for the me that is you but when you do believe in the senses... when you do believe in the experience of being... ahhh, ohhh, and oooooo too (and whatever your imagination dares to create)... laugh, cry, scoff, focus, endear, or whatever... truly, no explanation is necessary... anyone who is usually, at least in their heart, wide awake at 4AM, understands... the need... stop here J |
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