... six days have seemed an eternity, but i needed to gather up, think, adapt...
via work and social obligations...
so, i am back here, my yummy solace and catharsis for some light relief and exorcism, but no clear result...
i'll let it slide and enjoy it
i'll analyse less
i'll allow (myself) to feel more
and i shall keep calm and carry on, burning up inside with some kind of insatiable desire which perhaps could derive from
1. either my own projections
2. other projections
3. sheer need
4. reactionary behaviour
nevertheless, it's quite enjoyable, in a very quiet and smooth manner with some bubbles underneath... bubbling...
shhhh...
i write in riddles, because it's fun and protective, but i know there is one or two out there almost and/ or totally getting it, but they will have to get the raw truth out of the horse's mouth, should they wish to... now and/ or later... or maybe... never... if there is such thing
the feelings are lingering, but totally bearable
the sadness apparent in certain circumstances
the silence/ secrecy/ discretion, especially amongst the general crowd, paramount
the perpetual mystery, regarding, who? when? where? why? how? now what? is trickling continuously down the walls of my, MY life... let the wondering and wandering... wander, aimlessly, on purpose...
is it a true story?
a fact?
a fantasy?
a figment of my imagination? or ours?
a saga?
a drama?
a timed episode, waiting for its climax to explode?
all of the above? none of the above?
madam B and her tricks; mind and heart; keeping it simple, keeping it real... oops that was a paradox and a contradiction, but word play on my expense has always been my forte...
i am an animal with a brain
i make
i break
i crush
i construct
i soothe
i lash
i listen
i speak
i love
i remember... everything, my love!
22:22 10/7
09:22 18/9
so far and so close, we live in the tiniest world ever, so immeasurably apart...
what am i to do?
i keep stiill
i move
i work
i love... again and always, more and more... every difference of the day...
