We speak quietly,detached from ourselves; careful deliberate words. We speak of things which no longer hurt us to think about. Lucidly we speculate on absence, separation from each other, and the splitting of our worlds into what sometimes seems like ever increasingly irreconcilable fragments. Our voices are disembodied, calm.
I was born irreverent, and born for you.. the passion that races through my mind and body and soul sings to the vibration that is your life force. The sun shines through my window;. The reflection of it warms my body and makes me smile.. and I want to share with you the beauty of the one ray that colours the glass sitting beside the sink...
And increasingly, there are the disembodied things my body and mind and heart does out of duty for those I am bound to, and there are those moments when my captive soul cries out with you, near you.
what does one remember and why one thing and not another?? It was as if something had suddenly turned in it's sleep within me and sighed. As a shy finger, stroking, within my heart; like a sleepy bird fluffs it's wings and then goes to sleep again, so I stirred within me and was quiet again.
yet for a moment I lost touch with what we all call reality, the chair I sat on... the drink I was sipping...
I felt your attention as I poured out my pain.