I've got to hide this for a little while from prying eyes because I'm going to get the sick smilie or a smart assed comment, blah blah blah lol... which, I guess, is sad in a way, though I’m not complaining (swear!). Reason being, the person who encompasses my life has such a strong personality on these forums that I feel like I have to stifle half the references I want to use, or the praise I want to scream. It feels showy, or inconsiderate, or corny... lol maybe I should have posted this in feelings...
ANYWAY, I get it from watching him sleep. I must have three dozen poems on my hard drive (most of which he doesn't even know exist), which try over and over to sum up what I feel when I glance behind me and see that beautiful sleeping form. Everything that he is composed of: intelligence, difficultly, his compulsion for arguing, every annoying habit, every grace, love that tides over me, solid and infinite. How can I suppress inspiration?
But for the rest of world …
Uhm, today I linked daisies in the buttonholes of my jacket. I go barefoot… A LOT.
I’m fascinated by dust. I like to write about blood and attempt to craft it beautiful. I draw.
I listen to music. I sing to myself. I brush my hair and think about static and what color it would be if I could see it, and what color its heat might be if I could see THAT, and OH, the rings of thermometers: liquid psychedelic, the delirious smear of kaleidoscopes! See, there I go again…My advice: don’t limit yourself. Write about love. Write about ducks. Write about road kill. Just don’t post everything here…
OH, I also talk to trees. (No, I'm not kidding)
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (edited 02-04-2001).]