Thank you for wounding me.

perhaps you think that you know how I function

Maybe you believe you know how or what I think.

See here’s the deal lovey, all the time you spend in judging me… would be better spent learning a foreign language, learning how to paint, opening your heart & soul to higher vibrational frequencies… listening when one speaks.

There is no ulterior motive here my friend.

Choose friendship and choose to really know me… or choose judgement without authentication, prejudice without observation and exclusion without explanation. Are you your own self? Do you choose on your own? When you resonate at the highest frequency… there is no space for mistakes.

*song in progress*

and oh it hurts to see your face, in any place in every place

and oh it hurts to hear your name, in any space in every case

and oh it’s always just the same, everytime there’s never change

I am sitting here at home all alone, I’ve got my coffee, got my phone… these are the only things I guess I’m good enough to call my own, call my own

and I could be a fool once more, send another text, a hollow knock on a sealed door 

but what’s the use in fighting for something real or even pure? You’ve shown me all I do means naught to you, I finally know that is true and I can’t care anymore, I can’t care anymore…. there’s nothing left to grasp onto…. & was never something worth fighting for….

so forever I, bid farewell to you, who is locked behind that frozen door

may your isolation keep you happy and your distance keep you warm yeah keep you sound

from one who never intended you harm, only wished a friendship could be found, could be found

and if you hear this song for you, think not of me… think not of me 

just think on all that bliss & joy in which your lonely state has you bound… and no worries lovey I’ll stay away forgotten, never again to come around, never again to be around

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.