Keep on growing . . .
Dear Elusive,
This letter comes with the wind at my back and the glow of solemn embers in my face. Tree's envelope my every vantage point as if i was looking into a mind that dwells on the past with gratuitous regret. Fire makes me feel whole and traditionally happy as if i were falling asleep in your arms Elusive. Life would be, could be and is not logical, without you. Sense->fading->craziness. Shake me loose, release these bindings and show me how freedom feels. The feeling has left me and only you have the power to show me the path to enlightenment. Freedom->regret->growing contempt.
I could stare at the fire, the stars and my pen all night and die happy. Naivety is my companion on our journey Ell. It flirts with my heart and dances with my mind on a steady basis. Acceptance of this fact is like realizing that you have a brother after years of ignorance. The fact that you did not know of him does not represent a fact that he did not exist. Crashing->Facing the truth->Darkness. Depression could be a possible fate, regardless of your initial expression to me. Depression could also be a scapegoat for a hideous loathing, built from the bitter seeds of contempt. Shed the obvious->Ignore the oblivious->Retire what was given.
Nothing can bring back that love and feeling, so take me to bed or lose me forever in the great balls of fire. Once upon a time i could see the isle and hear the bells. Clouded was I and outnumbered in the shadows as well. Careless to your charms and helpless to the way you could manipulate my emotions. You made it->You played it->You spilled it. Like the stars that have settled over me you are spread into many tiny spots in my heart. Time has taught these spots to lose sight. They may be losing sight due simply to physics...more likely due to the fact that they grow overwrought with trying to gravitate to each other. Truth->Future. Just like my heart can break into pieces that now must learn to stop loving you one at a time, I now must figure out how to convince all these spots that they should try to once again create a black hole that will bring everything in and make it whole again. As if the solar winds were glowing on the ice shelf right before me i can see the beautiful pain of this honorable black hole. Shut down->Re-boot->Find new bait.
The chase is not immortal and on this night i feel like this fire; Wishing someone would throw some kindling my way and wishing somehow i could spread my greatness throughout all of these wonderful tree's. The chase is dying and i struggle to see why i should re-fill your glass Ell. Strength->Expression->Irrevocable. Apologies are due for not seeing your face or hearing your tears. This night is about finding out why my sadness is worth our happiness...possible at best...suspect at a more accurate best. I shall constantly wonder about why the chase dies and why it was even necessary, but i will no longer wonder as hard unless you begin a chase of your own. Stagger->One more step->Broken. Or i will just re-define my goal and keep on seeking you in my dreams El...that is how bad you do it to me. I cannot see and i cannot touch, but i dream awake in the fire as my eyes fall to darkness...one more time.
Turning from the Stone,
Joey
This letter comes with the wind at my back and the glow of solemn embers in my face. Tree's envelope my every vantage point as if i was looking into a mind that dwells on the past with gratuitous regret. Fire makes me feel whole and traditionally happy as if i were falling asleep in your arms Elusive. Life would be, could be and is not logical, without you. Sense->fading->craziness. Shake me loose, release these bindings and show me how freedom feels. The feeling has left me and only you have the power to show me the path to enlightenment. Freedom->regret->growing contempt.
I could stare at the fire, the stars and my pen all night and die happy. Naivety is my companion on our journey Ell. It flirts with my heart and dances with my mind on a steady basis. Acceptance of this fact is like realizing that you have a brother after years of ignorance. The fact that you did not know of him does not represent a fact that he did not exist. Crashing->Facing the truth->Darkness. Depression could be a possible fate, regardless of your initial expression to me. Depression could also be a scapegoat for a hideous loathing, built from the bitter seeds of contempt. Shed the obvious->Ignore the oblivious->Retire what was given.
Nothing can bring back that love and feeling, so take me to bed or lose me forever in the great balls of fire. Once upon a time i could see the isle and hear the bells. Clouded was I and outnumbered in the shadows as well. Careless to your charms and helpless to the way you could manipulate my emotions. You made it->You played it->You spilled it. Like the stars that have settled over me you are spread into many tiny spots in my heart. Time has taught these spots to lose sight. They may be losing sight due simply to physics...more likely due to the fact that they grow overwrought with trying to gravitate to each other. Truth->Future. Just like my heart can break into pieces that now must learn to stop loving you one at a time, I now must figure out how to convince all these spots that they should try to once again create a black hole that will bring everything in and make it whole again. As if the solar winds were glowing on the ice shelf right before me i can see the beautiful pain of this honorable black hole. Shut down->Re-boot->Find new bait.
The chase is not immortal and on this night i feel like this fire; Wishing someone would throw some kindling my way and wishing somehow i could spread my greatness throughout all of these wonderful tree's. The chase is dying and i struggle to see why i should re-fill your glass Ell. Strength->Expression->Irrevocable. Apologies are due for not seeing your face or hearing your tears. This night is about finding out why my sadness is worth our happiness...possible at best...suspect at a more accurate best. I shall constantly wonder about why the chase dies and why it was even necessary, but i will no longer wonder as hard unless you begin a chase of your own. Stagger->One more step->Broken. Or i will just re-define my goal and keep on seeking you in my dreams El...that is how bad you do it to me. I cannot see and i cannot touch, but i dream awake in the fire as my eyes fall to darkness...one more time.
Turning from the Stone,
Joey