So you're pretty... so you're not... You care - a lot, don't you? or do you? Do you even know I'm sitting here right now, head tilted just this way. My eyes half-open, my mind barely holding its own as thoughts of how you are - whirl and float and flow and RUN soooooooo fast.
One instant - you GLOW! The next, you shrink and seem to try so hard to disappear - to not be - to not ...be. I see your eyes. They focus and wander and focus - pause, return. Lovely butterflies on life's breeze, pausing and darting, unseeing, shimmering and ...and leaving, going ...fading ...somehow lost and oh so more precious than my next breath will ever be.
I guess this isn't about you ...never was, really, about you. It's my tear that glistens as you go back and forth, back ...and forth. And yes you're pretty and no you aren't... but then it's all in my eyes isn't it... my mind, my eyes, our "I's" ...how and where you are. How we each perceive we are. What is real and when it isn't as real as we thought we were. God knows less about me and it isn't even noon on yet another Tuesday.
I tell my clients all the time that their magic mirror lies to them.. mine.. of course.. never tells me anything but the truth.. um.. I think.. it is really important that we look at ourselves through the eyes of our beloved.. theirs see so much clearer than ours do..
I tell my clients all the time that their magic mirror lies to them.. mine.. of course.. never tells me anything but the truth.. um.. I think.. it is really important that we look at ourselves through the eyes of our beloved.. theirs see so much clearer than ours do..
Another Wednesday here for me... the moon sinks into a rain filled dawn and despite the passing days... years...tears... another Wednesday finds me drink my morning coffee alone.
A thought provoking share.
oh boy oh boy another chrisburger hot off the grill...it took me a lot of years to learn to love the nose that the god gave me...now it always gets there ahead of me...love you man
You have a fine touch of wicking sensitivity in the moment Chris. Touching the ember harp strings, heart strings played in the ethers of time and place and now. Daring dabbles, a playful yet moving relationship with the immediacy of life. Hard to do, sometimes dangerous.....
awestruck once more by your fancy display of words.
One instant - you GLOW! The next, you shrink and seem to try so hard to disappear - to not be - to not ...be. I see your eyes. They focus and wander and focus - pause, return. Lovely butterflies on life's breeze, pausing and darting, unseeing, shimmering and ...and leaving, going ...fading ...somehow lost and oh so more precious than my next breath will ever be.
Whimsy was your Mother...your Father was craftsman in both love and poetry.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..