01 August 2007
For You
That seemed like such an inconsequential moment - so momentous in hindsight. Everything about it has meaning now. The time according to Tom. The story of the world as it began according to us.
Every new connection made, starts the clock again, back at midnight or wherever in that wall-bound merry-go-round, the feeling of an awakening rests. Midnight, with its two hands in perfect parallelism, in hermetical closeness seems like a better place than most, a fitting metaphor. Our actual midnight took 10 minutes to establish itself. Things take time - this is not a movie we’re in. Ten minutes for a virtual hand to be extended and then shaken. The space between an introduction and a recognition. It feels like we were shaking more than virtual hands. So much more. Shaking each other’s very worlds.
I feel… in the midst of blossoming.
I feel… gently guided towards the change I’ve been aiming for.
I feel your wise hand pressing firmly yet tenderly against my back.
I feel this new white musk-scented air fill up my lungs and I’m changed by it with every breath.
I feel softer, more pliable.
These past months I’ve felt…
…overwhelmed, rewarded, “amplified and brightened to a gleaming state,” disappointed, stretched, justified, hurt, taught, excited, revamped, silly, weird, complicated, frustrated, enriched, misunderstood, enthralled, blunt, confused, clear-headed, sharp, sharpened, lost, alone, found, relieved, giggly, small, free, intertwined, encouraged, protected, discouraged, firmly yet tenderly pushed, listened to, vulnerable, understood, SEEN. Born into something better… a place, a time, a feeling, a life… who’s to say? Just something. Just better.
Partners, we are. Partners in this criminal act of revolutionizing a like-minded soul and making everything better. Just better.
Then, now and always (no matter what)
Iwyiml
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