This Kiss
I was thinking yesterday how nice it would be to make out with someone again. Nothing more than that, not that I could really handle any more than that anyway, but just the ephemeral sweetness of a kiss. With tongues.
A stranger would probably be best, since I have a somewhat twisted and complicated relationship with most of my friends here. Well, with most of my friends in general, pretty much my entire life. That’s another story. I bounce from job life, where I often feel isolated, to home life, where I definitely am, so often that I feel like a BB rolling around an empty box. It sounds direr than it really is, I promise. The truth is that work keeps me whiplash-busy, after which I am too tired for any conviviality. Sometimes I forget how early seven in the morning really is.
Nevertheless, I’ve been trying to wake up at five so that I have time to make breakfast, exercise, and fully wake up. Those two hours have become immeasurably precious-it’s the only time of the day that I really have to myself. The world is still, the house is quiet, and I have the vastness of two hours before me (which is surprisingly long in the morning). If only the whole day could be like that crawl of moments before the day begins.
So, on the one hand, I want more people around, and on the other, I don’t. I’m pretty much Jericho these days, but every once in a while, I should climb my city’s walls, see what’s on the other side.
This is my mission.
With Feathers,
ChW
A stranger would probably be best, since I have a somewhat twisted and complicated relationship with most of my friends here. Well, with most of my friends in general, pretty much my entire life. That’s another story. I bounce from job life, where I often feel isolated, to home life, where I definitely am, so often that I feel like a BB rolling around an empty box. It sounds direr than it really is, I promise. The truth is that work keeps me whiplash-busy, after which I am too tired for any conviviality. Sometimes I forget how early seven in the morning really is.
Nevertheless, I’ve been trying to wake up at five so that I have time to make breakfast, exercise, and fully wake up. Those two hours have become immeasurably precious-it’s the only time of the day that I really have to myself. The world is still, the house is quiet, and I have the vastness of two hours before me (which is surprisingly long in the morning). If only the whole day could be like that crawl of moments before the day begins.
So, on the one hand, I want more people around, and on the other, I don’t. I’m pretty much Jericho these days, but every once in a while, I should climb my city’s walls, see what’s on the other side.
This is my mission.
With Feathers,
ChW