What were the past three weeks all about, anyway? How can someone start a conversation with someone else, and then simply drop it, like that? What was that all about it?
"Beneath these branches,
I once wrote
Such foolish words for you."
And I havent really done since Steven. Perhaps the one thing that I learned from all this is that I enjoy going on like that, that it makes me whole, and that I really want to find someone that can respond back to me in kind, who can inspire that level of creative fervor...and truly mean it. Can truly be a man and not just a shadow cypher surrounded by beautiful words.
In your mother tongue.
At least a virtual relationship only virtually hurts. A break to the ribs is something solid, substantial. Josie's severing the tie that binds hit like a blow to the gut. This has less substance than fog gauzily hugging the windshield on a murky New England morning...so why is that fog hanging around my shoulders well past midnight? I will not allow a virtual tear to roll down my cheeks for something that existed in the ether.