HOW 'BOUT US?

Thank you for coming.

I would have waited for you to find me here. But I'm too impatient and you are too settled. At least, to me, that's how you seem. Your world will spin and it has its own axis, its own momentum, its own direction... untouched, untouchable. Not that I am privy to that, still you might have mentioned, once or twice, there is not much you are still looking for...

It is so liberating to talk about this...

Right there... I was so tempted to say 'about us,' but that might be an exercise in presumption and I might be over-reaching. Maybe someday I will be so bold. This place does not recognize scruples, after all. It is a free place, where I can speak, and be. Where you could be the dream you are. I smile at that, because I know whatever I say or do, you delight in it, soak it up like a sponge and hold it in... so I don't know exactly what it is that you love, when you say you love.

Still, it is liberating to talk about you. What was it you said - to articulate the confusion into manageable semantics. I never forgot that. I've been wanting to do that, searched for the words and spun them all together and though I have revived my old place, filled it up with things in my everyday life, things that people find nice and 'touching,' there was a part of me that found it hollow. I wanted there to be a balance between what people saw and what was screaming from my heart. I can't, of course. Not in that place, at least.

I cannot write the poetry that you do. I hope once in a while you'd find the generosity to grace my place with your genius... a couple of lines, it doesn't take much to make me smile.

Have I told you, I got 3 zits on my face... around my nose, along my lip?

I never get pimples.