The sweat is real. The groggy head is real. The groping and searching and reaching out is very real. Tossing and turning, trying to fight off the confusion, reaching again... searching, the eyes stay shut... if, just... damnit... where? The search abandoned. Half light sheds some light on the situation. Here comes the reality. The lovely lilting lingering images of these twilight hours, the warmth, the passion, the fitting together of puzzle pieces matched so perfectly - all torched and torn asunder by waking, by that damnable consciousness... Here it is, shit... yes, here is that place again - the torture chamber with no devices. The dungeon with no locks, the pit with no walls.
Being alone is not necessarily loneliness. Except sometimes when it is.
this is a bit how I am feeling today... I dug out this from archives, had originally posted this quite awhile ago on Yahoo 360...
ReplyDeletecome here...~hugs tightly~
ReplyDeletei love how you put your words together here. your writing is superb tom. really.
Can always use a hug... always, thank you... And thank you for the lovely comment... I am touched and honored that you would say that... I just try to capture the true colors or what is roiling around in my brain and heart... that's all...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put Tom ... I could feel the realisation hitting consciousness *soft smile ... sigh*
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