Back in the saddle again...
Not really, just back in Conway. And the snow is melting. :( I love snow. Something about it... I don't know. I have this scene in my head... it's evening and a gentle snow is falling. Two people are strolling along a cobblestone pathway lined with fir trees and antique streetlights. I see this every night in my dreams. They're so happy together, just walking in the snow, holding hands. And the horrible thing is that I've had this in my mind for four years, and I can't put it behind me.
I remember a night when it was snowing. I was sitting by the window, watching the the snow fall. The lights reflected an orange glow on the ground. I was sitting in the dark, but I was not alone. I had a conversation that evening that was literally the best conversation of my life. We discussed astronomy and physics and theories of actuality and the Allegory of the Cave. We talked for hours. I've never felt so stimulated, mentally or emotionally. And it breaks my heart to think about it, because I've lost that.
Madame Butterfly, and the Devil
in a pinchback suit,
An unlikely duo, they meet for tea and conversation.
He delights her with tales of lives gone assunder
She spreads her wings to entice his eyes.
Eventually, he rises to leave- till
next time, he says, sauntering out the door.
After a moment, she rises
to collect the dishes
And waits until he comes home again.
I remember a night when it was snowing. I was sitting by the window, watching the the snow fall. The lights reflected an orange glow on the ground. I was sitting in the dark, but I was not alone. I had a conversation that evening that was literally the best conversation of my life. We discussed astronomy and physics and theories of actuality and the Allegory of the Cave. We talked for hours. I've never felt so stimulated, mentally or emotionally. And it breaks my heart to think about it, because I've lost that.
Madame Butterfly, and the Devil
in a pinchback suit,
An unlikely duo, they meet for tea and conversation.
He delights her with tales of lives gone assunder
She spreads her wings to entice his eyes.
Eventually, he rises to leave- till
next time, he says, sauntering out the door.
After a moment, she rises
to collect the dishes
And waits until he comes home again.