Saturday, October 13, 2012


Thinking of you again today, thinking about how our hands, our faces, touch. The realism of it all, the warmth. It's moved beyond the beginnings now, moved into a new sort of energy.

We move together, we move apart. Sometimes I'm too far ahead, you remind me to slow down. I can tell you that I know what it's like, but I won't ever know if you really believe me.

But I do know. I know what it's like to want to move away from it all, into my own little center where everything is safe. It's exhausting, days like this. At the end of the day, there's nothing left of me, and I get ferocious with anyone who thinks that they can just have whatever they want of me.

And really, neither one of us knows why the hell we're doing this. What's in it for me, I think? Why would I do this? Why would you? There seems to be a hell of a lot to lose in this game.

And then I remember, it's the kindling of spirit that makes it worth my while. Inspiration from a similar soul who knows how to engage me, who knows how to fill me.

At the end of the day, I will smile, too.

1 comment:

Melanie said...

Poetic and moving, Jen.