a huge clap of thunder overhead woke me. i think i was dreaming all along. the irony of thunder is a thing i could describe, but will not. surely there is something very wrong with me. it is the only determination i can reach, as the entire world seems to find the things i find reasonable, normal, or relevant to be unreasonable, abnormal, and irrelevant. asking openness where only behind-the-bush whispers are condoned, i am asked in turn to justify the thought that anyone but a life partner has ground from which to expect openness, belonging, and the simple respect […]
lindor’s and light luxuries
obligatory entry time. nothing massive or deep to report. a beautiful day in which, for a change, i pampered MYSELF, damn it. heh.
five things
five things that make me wish i weren’t so fucking observant…. and five things that i wish i could forget:
a question unasked
i was going to ask a very serious question here. had it all typed out and everything. sat here for a good ten minutes looking at it, preparing to post it. then, i realized — if you were ever willing to answer it, you would have done so long ago. so. a sigh and an edit and an admission — i’ll never know. maybe some day, i’ll be able to stop wondering.
Lost Pages, Sky Dancer Soliloquy
It is said I was born from the tears of a divine one who wept for the suffering of the world. If this is so, then perhaps it is proper that I should, myself, be of so many parts and pieces; aspects of all-seeing and all-being, each one finding its perfect other within this world, with which and in which to best be relieved and reconciled – being a drop of water that is a mirror of endless reflections.
Of Apologies…
An apology, at base, is an expression of sorrow and guilt for actions taken that render pain or injury to another.
a ramble on a broken addiction
not real sure where this is going to go, but letting it have its head. (recording available: addiction.mp3 )
archive and abandon
i was tempted to set this into the archive with the date/time stamp of it’s creation, october of 2006, and thus, hide it in plain sight. but i find that subterfuge unnecessary. so. instead. placing it as the small, black stone that it is and simply for archival purposes. which feels good… for it is good to be able to remember and nothing more.
speaking of time…
i met an old man in the park today. we sat on an old, decrepit bench and shared laughter and sunlight.