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May 10, 2005
Our Fortress
It is beautiful here, nice and warm, everything is quiet and calm. I went to the Gym this morning and got most of my left over agression out. I do feel better.
The ocean glows silver, quitely running within its depth, after the sunrise, I saw the mermaids floating in running strems, and once in while one would raise her head, and take a wishing look to the shore,
knowing of her limits , bordering her desires. On the shore, where sands lead to rocks and patches of greens spread underneath the trees, two figures I see, sitting, with their eyes staring to the far outs of the sky, while they talk. Lost wihin the majestic scenery, one talking, the other listening, words are said words are heard, and then they get up and leave, one walking further ahead, while the other follows, they find their carriage, and leave the ocean, the shore, the mermaids and the sun behind, going back to the familiar scenery of roads, and passages, cars and stores, houses, and lives they live, far far away, from the ocean, and the sun, the mermaids, and the shore, and they might wonder about the people who live by the sea, by the shore, and the geography of their lives.
Thanks for being a friend, I read your comments, as you all thread lightly because of the emotional depth of my grivence, and the respect you allow me. Time heals, life goes on, and many more stories will be told, it is just we choose or I choose to register the ones that cut to the bones, as I scream under the water, and come up for a breath to survive the horror. a friend asked me, "why haven't you posted your own picture on your site. Isn't it easier for your readers to relate to you if they see your picture?", and I said NO, not where I dare. Not where I take them. I do not want them to relate to me based on my physical attributes. I want them to come for a search deep within my different geopraphy, within my bones, and flesh, and blood, and sweat, to where it hurts, and it delights, to where your eyes will not help you, but deprive you of the gifts of your other sences, you might have to touch the walls, and walk blind, but you will hear the murmurs of my heart and that will lead you to where I am and where I live outside of me. I am much more than what you can see in a picture, and seeing my mug might prohibits you to come in, so I let you find, paint and draw your own picture of me, your very own Idinraha, based on the words you read, songs I sing you, and the curtain I tear to coax you to come closer.
I am not after waht you show me, I am looking for what I can find within you, so we come together outside our registered images and begin a new game, of our patterns and designs, hand in hand, words by words, we will built us a fortress, outside the logic of our every day living, where only we get to read the traces in the sand, our own familiar haven, where we can come back to and stay if we need a hug, a smile, a jolt, a good cry. OUR OWN UNIQUE FORTRESS.
Posted by Idinraha at May 10, 2005 12:58 PM