Feb 07, 2006 16:35
When I found this...my language in a way, I began to speak my and soul was free on a gust of inspiration.
She was soaring over the walls built with shame, self doubt, and midnight curfews... A form I had not yet seen engulfed me....
I was standing on the deck in the rain, listening to jazz smoking a reefer cigarette, and I swear, I swear I didn't think of you once.
But I thought maybe love is what you've been missing, cause love is not what you've been giving. Maybe getting is all you've known till now, or maybe you've forgotten how.
He said "Do you write for you or other people?"
I said "Other people, I want them to see the beauty that I can but just can not seem to touch, which is only a metaphor for all of us."
I said "I think I'm trying to capture a moment, I think my whole life I've been trying to capture that moment..."
He said "One thing you can be sure of, is that you never will."
I thought maybe love is what I've been missing, cause love is not what I've been giving, maybe getting is all I've ever know till now... or maybe I never leared how.
So I said "Lets try and keep things out of the space that divides."
You said "The cracks between where we lie." And we all lie so much, we lie around, lie around, lie around, we just lay around the truth. So much.
Until you are getting, getting, getting, going. Gone!
Cause I don't want today for your love. No. I don't want to wait for today for your love.
The End