I am staying up late because for the first time in a long time I am unsure of my ability to be alone. (confession 1) This is because I've realized that love must be out of my hands to be love, and I have done little else but handle it (2:and handle you)
I don't fear this vulnerability because in the melancholy I am not ended, only staring at the spaces
that mean only: I cannot control any Good that will come of me,
to me.
And Good seems to come only when it can unbuild the things it patterns in me with a wave of hand, gives and takes away in sigh purposefully reverently that exposes . The Buddhists were right that we are not Selves but Empties, filling out corners in a soft sort-of maybe. < In our finer moments there is so much space >
after the exertion and wonder winnows us out
unstrange? that Love seems to love me and its sighs move over my? space to lead me towards light(3)
posted by Charity at 1:43 AM
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Pareces interesante... Escribeme y ya te lo confirmare
You look pretty interesting. Write me and I'll reasure
mirlocolorao@hotmail.com
2:17 AM
Fool that I am
For falling in love with you
And, fool that I am
For thinking you loved me, too
You took my heart
Then played the part of little coquette
And, my dreams just disappeared
Like the smoke from a cigarette
Fool that I am
For hoping you'd understand
And thinking you
Would listen, too
And, oh, the things I had planned
But we couldn't see eye to eye
So, darling, darling, darling
This is goodbye
But I still care, but I still care
And oh, fool that I am
Oh, but I still care
Fool that I am
It's an amazing song. Listen to it. Better on the voice of Etta James. And now I'm really sure: you are interesting in such a lovely way...
4:45 AM
Etta James does wear this well. I wish I could see her sing it from a dark corner table in the House of Blues. Until then, my 25 free Rhapsody plays will have to do. Thanks :)
2:59 PM
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