I really have no idea exactly when it happened, this new truth, this sense, of knowing, of freedom from longing for it since high school, this completion. I was reminded of this though, last night and again this morning, of a shift that has taken place. That one, you know, the one. The Richard Bach ONE, of names intermingling, of new perspectives, new ideas, that … Continue reading Ideas That Made Me Less And How I Changed That
he says it was long ago and far away so, i finally called him to say i have your jacket some hats that book do you want coffee? with ice, not shaken i got my reply closed off that sweet dichotomy captive in a prison of his own making, i suppose, with chains of smoke for his own design afraid to face his shadows on … Continue reading adieu my knight of black and white
i love the broken ones. i always have. the lonely the tired the shattered and battered. and when he asked me what do you want? i see, now, he meant of me, with the likes of HIM. as that confident mask slipped, as he entered MY world and said: this is wonderland and i want to stay forever. i let him see me. the real, … Continue reading i liked him, i loved him
by PaulaB 