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July 31, 2006
Again
The Sun worshipers had their way this summer, its hot out there, and we all have fled inside, the coat I am wearing suits me, and the fiber is kind to the scabs that cover my skin. I do not do summer well, she thinks I do not know how to live, and life is hard on me, she knows me well, and yet she stays and holds my hands. My side burns are turning white and I shave them close as I thin out the whiskers that cover my face, feeling exposed, maybe, vulnerable, of course. I think I have come a long way and life is easier on me, my laughter is clear and my thoughts are folded way inside my head.
Sometimes I wonder how they remember me, my kids, and am I the right man to raise them. i wake up midnights, checking on them, pulling the cover, I look at them knowing how much, so very much I love them, and wonder if they
know how they have saved me. I am writing again, thats all I can do, and at the end of the day that makes me feel
alive. I have cut the phone lines, and do not even answer the door, I am done with all that and where I am, this place I occupy suits me fine. only if only I could make the time go slower, much slower.
Posted by Idinraha at July 31, 2006 03:30 PM