Beautiful.
He called me beautiful.
He offered other cerebrially directed compliments
Something about wit and smarts.
But he called me beautiful.
And I am still floating.
He.Called.Me.Beautiful.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
homeless
when we touch it is electric. achingly magnetic. soul to soul. breathe in,breathe out-now banished.
i am a casual distraction. or at least that is the lie. i can't breathe without him. i draw in short,shallow gasps of air. short,shallow gasps of existence. dull,unsatisfying. my entire being feels dull,unsatisfying--as if it were waiting for his touch to charge it. his touch to electrify the current. his touch to restart my heart. blow the dust out of the corners. wake up trust.
he has his own demons. some real. some conjured. i must wait. wait for the light to burn through the darkness he draws himself into when the demons get too loud. he use to reach for me. but it scared us both. i have too much to lose and he has too much to gain and the insanity of the issues just overwhelmed us both.
so we are at arms length. and it is slowly killing me. i miss his smile. i miss his touch. i ache for his touch. my heart misses its home. broken hearted at arms length from my soul. i could die this way....
i am a casual distraction. or at least that is the lie. i can't breathe without him. i draw in short,shallow gasps of air. short,shallow gasps of existence. dull,unsatisfying. my entire being feels dull,unsatisfying--as if it were waiting for his touch to charge it. his touch to electrify the current. his touch to restart my heart. blow the dust out of the corners. wake up trust.
he has his own demons. some real. some conjured. i must wait. wait for the light to burn through the darkness he draws himself into when the demons get too loud. he use to reach for me. but it scared us both. i have too much to lose and he has too much to gain and the insanity of the issues just overwhelmed us both.
so we are at arms length. and it is slowly killing me. i miss his smile. i miss his touch. i ache for his touch. my heart misses its home. broken hearted at arms length from my soul. i could die this way....
Friday, March 18, 2011
But for the Grace of God...
A friend of mine is burying her son today. He died in Afghanistan of an IED explosion. He died doing his job as a Scout. He died the Hero and gentleman she raised him to be. The Patriot Guard is escorting him throughout the trip from the airport yesterday to the funeral home, during visitation and then today to his final rest. Bless them their kindness, their protection from the possible cruel attitudes of others that have risen of late. I refuse to give those manner less, hateful beings who live within the freedom attained for them by deaths like this boys, while they curse and defame and are protected by that freedom any more notice to even mention their names.
Below is a very lovely tribute to Loren. May he find sweet rest and May his mother find rest as well. They have both given so very much.
http://www.unknownsoldiersblog.com/2011/03/american-buffalo.html
Below is a very lovely tribute to Loren. May he find sweet rest and May his mother find rest as well. They have both given so very much.
http://www.unknownsoldiersblog.com/2011/03/american-buffalo.html
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