Apr 10, 2006 08:28
They asked what I was thinking, "Love" I answered. But this time there was more to that reply. "It doesnt have a face anymore. It doesnt have a name." That was all. No more needed to be said. Kyle claims love never had a face, maybe the concept of love never had a face but the person who fills that concept does. No, did. Past tense.
Always fixing others, never mending my own heart, that is why I was stuck. I've been so busy moving others, I forgot to move myself. I failed to use my words of comfort on my wounds.
I've been quiet lately, I know. Just observing, breaking things down in my own head. I blame the drugs, but I confess it's so much more. Im taking my time to breathe, to listen.
Kyle and I took a long drive last night with Sally. She was good to us, speeding up when she felt the chaos of the world catching up.
I dont know how much my heart allows me to give before coming to a screeching halt,or before giving too much and have it thrown right back in my face. Ill learn, believe you me Ill learn.
In the meantime my problems are lost somewhere in Lake Chelan, probly dazed and confused trying to figure out exactly where I went. Theyll find me, they always do, but for the time being my mind is clear.