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The desperate image of complacent grief sits alone with her father on a park bench waiting for a beautiful man to stroll by. Adonis in black but anxiety peels his clothes off as he gazes. Isn't that the way it always is? A virgin waiting to be wrecked? A slut waiting to be made a virgin again? I have seen through the eyes of love which never discriminate and now I ALWAYS discriminate. I hate you before you have spoken but I love you, broken hearted violence with bended wings kneeling under statues of your predecessors.
September 18 2005, 02:24:53 UTC 6 years ago
I wasn't at first going to comment on this....
When the events of last year,kicked off,I was left feeling worthless in the eyes of the many,those that loved me and those that didn't....
The cold north wind of reality,chilled my soul to the quick,and no true feelings could escape it's harsh grasp.......
Until one night(When still sleeping rough in Nmkt)I found myself at the end of a long walk,asleep in the churchyard at Exening,it was cold,wet,the chill in my soul,matched the frozen ground below......
.....A cat wandered into the church yard,stared in my direction,and wandered over,it's eyes were the most brilliant green,even in the bad light,I could see how freindly they were,he(as I think it was so),came over and nuzzled against my face,keeping the gap between my coat,and neck closed........
....Well yet another place,Mill Road Cemetery...when I found myself bereft of hope,here in Cambridge,I migrated towards,where I felt safe,yes to 'that'tree,I slept there most nights,and I felt nothing but love,in the area around the tree,a warmth like two honest arms,sweeping around me,and keeping me sane and safe,they'd give me something to believe was true,in the world......
But I tell you this in all honesty Andi,one of the many things(not the right word I'm sure!)that has kept me going,is the memory of a girl leaning up against a wall,looking bored,wary and freindless amongst the mall rats..and my saying"Like yer boots!"....I write this with tears in my eyes,as it hurts me to realise,that since that day,so much has happened to you,and I really didn't tell you what I really think about you....And no,it's not that old thing again,ok?
Somehow,I think,somewhere deeper than my soul can ever be,that the cat wasn't a coincidence,neither was the feelings by the tree,it was I'feel' down to being in places where those that I love beyond the physical,have been before...Which is proof,that their physicality,isn't foremost,knowing they are somewhere nearby is........
Sorry this has been a 'long comment'....just I have so much in my mind,and so little chance to share it....;)
Youv'e always remained foremost in my thoughts,heart and soul...frankly because I'm a sentimental old fool...but prolly more because I'm genuine..I hope!?
You and Hansel,have everything that could be yours,come true!
Your's (a freind)always....
Terry b~?X