7-13-06 1:09 am
I wish I was sitting on a balcony smoking a cigarette with my beloved.Wandering away the aimless days with pointless words. Speaking them to that person and sending them up with that lost and lonely smoke. With that person that understands. That one. But there will never be that one. That one that understands. That can be ok with my ways. My naked nights my sleepless wandering days. My restless thoughts. My eager ways. My lonely but wanting love. I will forever be alone and forever be loneless with my forever friends. That bedroom with the false flowers and the songless birds that get to hear the endless cadence of my snoring. That one, lone cadence. I can hear the dim sound of the katydids outside and I want to be out there wandering, listening to them, but not by myself, with a silent, understanding partner in tow. But I will never find that one that can wander and understand that on those nights, no human voice need be heard, just celestial. Just my thoughts and theirs off in the voices of those winged insects and so much can be said in that. There’s so much, so much… And I’m so alone…
