Time's Reaper

I'm sitting here on a bed in a house from my past. I never thought I'd be here again. Never thought I would have the courage or the heart to endure just one visit. But, I'm here. I made it. It's not so much that I was afraid, it was more of a fear of being forgotten. Time does strange things to people and their perception of other people and things. Time almost warps the mind; twists it, molds it, unravels it. Yet, my intuition suggests I have not been skewed, in fact I am quite in tact--perfectly the same. Familiar faces, though aged and decayed by time's reaper, all welcome me with loving smiles. Arms, rid of elasticity, still hold me the same way.

Maybe this is how people interact with each other. Maybe we all just fall in and out of contact with one another, yet collide when the time is right. Why have I now seen them? Why not three, four, five years ago? I think it was meant to be this way, at this time. If not now, I may have not composed this very blog. Interesting, huh?

Gravitational Pull of Love

She is one person I have never let down. Maybe that's why I love her so much. She's helped me get through so much in my past. Now, I am helping her. It is very reciprocated. Are feelings are mutual. I find more and more of her in me each day. Which just goes to show that things can happen if you really want them to. She has given me much joy, much wisdom, much love.  Love. Love. Love. 

Isn't it that which pulls us together? Love?

Upon Listening to Philip Glass

Classical 

I love it.

More precious than any music you would hear on the radio.

Piano

My favorite.

I love watching fingers grace the ebony and ivory keys.

Orgasmic.

Fantastic.

Exotic.

Erotic.

Toxic.

Systematic.

Ecstatic.

Dramatic.

Love.

blah de blah blah   blah

de de blah de blah blah blah blah

how can u write music?

You can't. 

Reciprocation

Talk to me,

And I will talk to you.

Listen to me,

And I will listen to you.

Reciprocation

Confirmation

Of all that we know,

All that we have.

Libras in this game

Giving just the same.

Mutual

Feelings

Of us

Between us.

Talk to me

Listen to me listening to you

As you listen to the talk that ensues.

Reciprocation

An inclination

Of what needs to be

To make it work,

To make us work.

The New Me

It's been well over a year now, and over two years since its beginning. I'm glad, but mainly relieved. To think I put up with such strain, pain, and disdain; crazy. I'm listening to the song "Slowly, Surely" by Jill Scott, which so happens to be the song that reverberates that entire situation. I've learned to love myself over the past year. I've really strived to put myself first, and I think I've succeeded. Instead of sweating "minor posing as major" situations, I just walk away. It's as simple as that. I went through hell so much with that one person, I couldn't do it anymore. In all of my relationships of the past, I put myself last. Not anymore. In my new and improved relationship, I have put my instincts above all else. If I even feel a slight rumble develop, I confront it, improve it, and move on. So, I guess I mainly wanted to address how well "the new me" is working for...ME :).