New poem…

This hit me on the train ride home… no title. yet.

You must hear my thoughts before they ever

come to fruition

and i sense your soul intrusion which stops the

thought progression.

My subconscious reaches out for you

and seeks you in the unlikliest of places

on every street that is fiveish

and on messages unleft in numbers

not recognized

i search back windows of cars for

retribution

but find none

and talks of puzzles and strategy

confound me

studies of physics go unlearned

and that part of me that yearned for abuse

is quieter now…

And more reflective of the need

but in that off moment that the thought

is allowed to skitter across

the recesses of my mind…

You hear it

and beg to reciprocate

7/6/2004 7:32 PM

Independance

Happy 4th… belated!

I had a really great weekend. Primarily because I spent my final weekend at my baby’s apt this weekend. Starting Friday and ending yesterday (monday). We just really spent so much quality time together and I felt so comfortable and at home the whole time I was there. I’m going to miss the apt (he’s moving out). It was a nice little spot for us for a bit. But you know… new plateaus mean new horizons. So I’m looking forward to that.

Although we spent so much time together, I have no real thoughts on the weekend… outside of feeling surrounded by friendship at the barbecue and on monday with V and D went with us to Michael’s creativity store. And above all… a true feeling like, I was wanted and needed in my baby’s space. And that’s all I really have been asking for. So it was really great to experience that. It’s been a while. But it was just this white noise of contentment all weekend. I don’t remember dreaming. I don’t remember having any overtly profound thoughts. Just at peace.

Totally cool. Check the pics

And now … back to work… to ruin the peaceful tranquility that I somehow managed to attain *sigh*

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