who am i today? a walking sad love song, even guitar strings refuse to play for, those fingers lost the chords, major or minor, it's all the black keys on the piano forte, it's the wailing of jackie's cello, always waiting on her now crooked fingers. they won't ever play again, won't ever play...
and i've gone and unlinked the chain, the connectedness i once felt. i'm at a freefall, a diver at the tip of the board relying on myself to begin the motion forward, testing muscles and joints to do pike position, depending on the comfort a fetal position will bring...
how many times did i tell you, i'm not one with the world? how many days now, the deleting of 400, never stopped me from writing entry 401? it's at the end of a beginning you started when you lured me away...when i was still wet behind the ears, didn't know the way...
pop up messages, hellos and goodbyes. times new roman caresses, bold font i knows, you knew. the plug was put in the socket and sparks, oh yes, they flew. i traveled back home like a school girl, with blushing at my cheeks to see what you'd send me, to look for flowers, bouquets. japan sends me sunflowers only van gogh knows well, texas sends me words that play melodies and lull me gently to sleep. but a shit-kicking little sorry state just below of me, with a few tall buildings hiding good ole country boys at heart, came a dimpled smile and devilish soul, a wicked sigh and endearing flat feet. an understanding of the real power sung words can bring, a sweet slide guitar lick that goes down smoothe after heartbreak...