Twin flames
ruining enriching
I'll leave that draft up. It was the last entry I began and I find it interesting in light of recent times.
ruining, enriching? yes. funny. how past and current humor overlaps. takes new face.
I am in a place. Of openness, and strange delights. My words have spilled everywhere, and I am blind.
Like little jewels, lighting up at my feet. Some true, some circular. Some that had have lost their shine.
Writing projects.
There's a jewel.
Well.
This journal has been a ghost town for me. Yet I miss it, with all the Facebook craze and haze. I met some people here. Some like minds. Mostly I scribe my thoughts in private entries. they are furious and strange. making sense to no one, all ones? i don't know. This is the first public one in some time.
I've been caught up in my own mind games. Writing someday, being romantically ok "someday."
Now there are people. Looking at me, looking for me. And I am forced to recognize myself and how I hide. And I've met someone(s)?
Hard to say.
When someone catches my heart's eye, cue the painful loop. my inner tape. It plays very cruel things, makes me remember why. Gratefully I hide.
Gratefully, gratefully
I remiss
your kiss
and burn my mouth
into your skin.
I ask only for this
ungracefully,
gratefully.
that it was a moment in your life
you couldn't miss.
But I feel better. I'm letting some things go. It's never about a person, you see. It's in the way that I relate. Nothing is guaranteed, nothing is ultimately known. only when you choose to be free.
And a writer falls in love with their own characters, with the romance in their mind.
With the jewels, the words. And something ineffable. hard to find.
I am thankful for experience. That I can say. For life.
for an un-demolished, even if a little tarnished,
heart.
I'll leave that draft up. It was the last entry I began and I find it interesting in light of recent times.
ruining, enriching? yes. funny. how past and current humor overlaps. takes new face.
I am in a place. Of openness, and strange delights. My words have spilled everywhere, and I am blind.
Like little jewels, lighting up at my feet. Some true, some circular. Some that had have lost their shine.
Writing projects.
There's a jewel.
Well.
This journal has been a ghost town for me. Yet I miss it, with all the Facebook craze and haze. I met some people here. Some like minds. Mostly I scribe my thoughts in private entries. they are furious and strange. making sense to no one, all ones? i don't know. This is the first public one in some time.
I've been caught up in my own mind games. Writing someday, being romantically ok "someday."
Now there are people. Looking at me, looking for me. And I am forced to recognize myself and how I hide. And I've met someone(s)?
Hard to say.
When someone catches my heart's eye, cue the painful loop. my inner tape. It plays very cruel things, makes me remember why. Gratefully I hide.
Gratefully, gratefully
I remiss
your kiss
and burn my mouth
into your skin.
I ask only for this
ungracefully,
gratefully.
that it was a moment in your life
you couldn't miss.
But I feel better. I'm letting some things go. It's never about a person, you see. It's in the way that I relate. Nothing is guaranteed, nothing is ultimately known. only when you choose to be free.
And a writer falls in love with their own characters, with the romance in their mind.
With the jewels, the words. And something ineffable. hard to find.
I am thankful for experience. That I can say. For life.
for an un-demolished, even if a little tarnished,
heart.