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in rhyme we trust, in prose we ponder and given a moment to reflect and an extra day to create, a leap day, and thoughts run to the fates and whatever powers that may or may not exist as conscious entities beyond our physical space or awareness or control thoughts connect with readings and signs, specifically Zodiac signs and what they might of might not mean... I remind myself everything is relative, especially when assigning meaning to the unknown...
"if i could be a song, i'd be something that would sneak into your room and would be with you all night long" and she is a girl who writes letters to old lovers, who remembers 15 as a great age of wisdom and folly and fun, who dances when others only cry... she is a girl open about sexuality and candid with her feelings, she likes clean hands and the scents of love... a girl visual and ethereal, a girl who thinks and feels and wonders... she is a girl who quotes others... "You don't need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Don't even listen, simply wait. Be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you...it will roll in ecstasy at your feet" ~ Franz Kafka as random as it may seem I let you in on secret dreams for the telling of secrets and illusions are best kept a mystery, even when someone else seems to know as if we walked the same path at different times... did I paraphrase or am I remembering something I once said (and I am not really asking, am I?)... hearing Natalie Imbruglio asking do you love... do you need love? and Melissa Etheridge demanding don't you need?... and remembering how I've always believed (or so I've told myself, and I would lie to myself) that I need nothing, that need is an illusion... but then, everything is an illusion, just ask Richard Bach or anyone who's travelled with Arthur Dent... so would you like to share an illusion?... then continue along with us now...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |