solid black lines like young lovers' spines
Once again, more time has lapsed since my last post than I would have liked, but as it can not be helped, here I now am. "How am I now?" you might ask? Full of emotion. I exude emotion; it jetisons out of my being like fireworks. I just wish i new what to do with it. All that wasted energy, no where to focus any of it. Out of focus would best describe my condition I suppose. I've spent a good deal of my summer so far squinting, hoping my life will come into focus.
So, anyway, today I took a step in that direction...I rode my bike, Bessie, down to Apple Music, where I charmed the young man at the counter and bought a teach-yourself-guitar book and three picks. Tomorrow I'm going to conquer the world.
Love has been following me around lately. Like a screaming three-year-old i can't get to shut up. It tugs on my pant legs to get my attention and jumps to theatrics when I go on about my business. It is my hope that if I ignore it long enough, it will simple fade from my side, as if it never existed.
How cheap to spend almost all of your young life in search of refined, romantic love, only to be greeted by a hysterical pre-tween. What a jip.
The love in me is very different. It holds its head high in quiet self assurance. Its grace is my daily strength, and he will never know.
So, anyway, today I took a step in that direction...I rode my bike, Bessie, down to Apple Music, where I charmed the young man at the counter and bought a teach-yourself-guitar book and three picks. Tomorrow I'm going to conquer the world.
Love has been following me around lately. Like a screaming three-year-old i can't get to shut up. It tugs on my pant legs to get my attention and jumps to theatrics when I go on about my business. It is my hope that if I ignore it long enough, it will simple fade from my side, as if it never existed.
How cheap to spend almost all of your young life in search of refined, romantic love, only to be greeted by a hysterical pre-tween. What a jip.
The love in me is very different. It holds its head high in quiet self assurance. Its grace is my daily strength, and he will never know.