Assumptions of indeterminate origin…

Hey you…

I hope you read this

I am an optimistic cynic after all.

I frightened you somehow & truly don’t know why.

I don’t have any ulterior motives, I genuinely just wished to be your friend.

I harbor no ill will lovey, though I am confused and hurt seeking understanding in how I surely gave offense.

Be honest with me if you can be considerate enough to just be real even if it is abrasive raw or utterly condemning… I prefer the cold truth over silence, fabrication & being ignored. I am not judging you I just hope you can explain what happened.

The cynic in me believes this post is pointless because you washed your hands of me, the optimist hopes you will at least have the decency to respond.

Light & Laughter to you AKC, I never intended any harm or offense and wish you only the best.

Ah, the periphery…

Dear Fiona,

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You illustrated concisely my dilemma. Your observation was keen, ah the periphery where no lasting change ever springs forth, that boundary… not physical but emotional, a border/buffer from which intention is powerless.

Ah, the periphery, my twilight, my landscape… always a desert, even in rains.

Fireheart Lost In Winter…

Incandescent luminance lost & lonely in such a frozen bitter cold world

Take a minute now & rest perhaps to realize

it’s for the best, this temporal isolation of subzero nature…

no one can get hurt here from the fire, all there is, endless ice & biting wind, singing mocking of “what could have been”

Mayhaps it’s finally time to shred your wings off with icicles, let your flames die in the endless banks of mindless snow, lay your head & heart into the chill embrace of nothing… let the light escape you at last… there’s never been anything here for you to illuminate.