something I wrote stood out.
like thoughts stand out.
and people.
someone I want to be.
or want to be like.
or want to be liked.
or want them to be alike.
they are.
quite.
quite different. the two paths.
the two halves.
of the moon.
make a full moon.
no moon.
new moon.
its too soon.
you're too far.
to get to.
ahh, the sky was so blue.
tonight. at twilight.
you might.
laugh.
but I'm not kidding.
i stepped out of the building that held my day
and looked across the lights.
the trees.
the distance.
it was dark.
ish.
it was bright.
bright blue.
bluer than I'd seen.
unless.
I had never noticed.
what a sight not to see.
the blue beyond the trees.
the you beyond the me.
hmph.
who is she? ["am I in love with just a theme?"]
in the picture?
in the mirror?
in the window.
out of mind.
out of my mind.
out of this time.
out of time.
["Somewhere across the sea of time, a love immortal just like mine will come to me eternally. Immortal she, return to me."]
7 comments:
I really like the "ahh, the sky was so blue" section. Does it describe a certain place?
when i came out of the library yesterday evening from doing research, it was dark out, but the sky in the distance was brighter than i expected. and bluer. and... stunning, really.
You really need to hit up some Jorge Luis Borges...
who's that?
He wrote this:
Susana Soca
With slow love she looked at the scattered
Colors of afternoon. It pleased her
To lose herself in intricate melody
Or in the curious life of verses.
Not elemental red but the grays
Spun her delicate destiny,
Fashioned to discriminate and exercised
In vacillation and in blended tints.
Without venturing to tread this perplexing
Labyrinth, she watched from without
the shapes of things, their tumult and their course,
Just like that other lady of the mirror.
Gods who dwell far-off past prayer
Abandoned her to that tiger, Fire.
... well fuck. and somehow my feeble attempt at thought/writing reminded you of that masterpiece?
Um... well yea, but also the piece reminded me of you.
kindof this dual reminding thing going on.
and it really isn't that feeble, what you wrote.
It's real
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