introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- haunts another round - eighth of april, 2002 "i'm gonna pucker up and blow your right out of the seams of your suits of your dreams of your roots for the teams in cahoots with my demons loving you. "~jude ...a second night spent like the last... strange coincidences in timing...writing about her and thinking so deeply and to receive a note from her this morning...i felt compelled to spill my guts. because its like i told you, there were things for me that i could never explain to anyone who wasn't one of us...there were things that i did with the two of them that just wouldn't be the same...i just...love you differently. the sky warmed today and i woke first at day's break, the roofers having come to the neighbors early, talking and hammering and invading my dreams...but somehow i managed sleep til noon, the day's light one hour behind the weeks past. (i'm still stuck on daylights savings biorhythm.) and i think that if we hadn't taken that walk, i might have forgotten that it was so nice at all today. if that gravel hadn't stuck the bottom of my foot, i might have forgotten that i was awake today. it was a kind of day you just breathe through and in and out and away. it was one you feel in your lungs and your blood and in the rush of a heartbeat. i remember the temperature changes and the more frequent walks. the breakfasts and application of sunscreen. the sound of a hundred voices changing classes as we watched the busy banter. spring's ghosts are all familiar, tugging at heartstrings and begging to be seen in all their flowery boldness. they are the scent of hyacinth and the well of tulips...and the voices of april thunder. i remember the ghosts and welcome the company. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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