"Special Agent Sunshine"
At night I lie awake in bed staring aimlessly at ceilings, at walls, at sheets, dreaming of an epic romance, a beautiful love that engulfs me in its scope and drive and fire. I dream of falling into such a story. I think things these because...well, I don't know, the movie pictures? Those guys and gals just look so swell high kickin' in gay Paris. No it's not the movie pictures, but you can't be too sure of anything now. And the most fervent believer can never pray for things they can't see without feeling the slightest tinge of doubt in their words. Which makes it all the more ridiculous when, hey, the falling and the story isn't an entitlement. It's not earned, it's not paid for. Which begs the question what exactly the cost would be. How much and how do I pay? Eh, reality is reality.
Meanwhile, I'm gonna concern myself with the love stories here and now. I don't believe this is slumming it, quite the opposite. In the past two nights I have seen the full force of love on one of the grandest scales of human achievement. I am virtually mobbed by blessing and good will by those around me. Tomorrow is not a promise, it's a wish. I'll hold onto that for the time being.
He flipped into a somersault, right in the middle of the solo. This is love's work.
Meanwhile, I'm gonna concern myself with the love stories here and now. I don't believe this is slumming it, quite the opposite. In the past two nights I have seen the full force of love on one of the grandest scales of human achievement. I am virtually mobbed by blessing and good will by those around me. Tomorrow is not a promise, it's a wish. I'll hold onto that for the time being.
He flipped into a somersault, right in the middle of the solo. This is love's work.