'wide awake'

Sometimes I realize that my eyes have been closed for a very long time. Usually, I'm 'collecting myself,' but the quotation marks mean that in actuality I'm 'avoiding what I'm supposed to be doing.'

What do those quotation marks mean?

Not funny.

OK, so now my eyes are open, but as a result, I'm aware that you're looking at me. Expectantly.

Didn't your mother teach you about expectations?

. . .

Or at least about not staring?

classic

me (the look): it's late
you: I was taking artistic nude photos to put up in the bar.
me: what bar?
you: The bar.
me: you've been working there for a week and you're taking 'artistic nude photos?'
you: Uh hum, yeah.
me: who was taking them?
you: The general manager.

trying to keep it together - poor attempt

me: the general manager?
you: Uh hum.

necessary pause

me: did you guys do anything?
you: NOoooo . . . ! I'm trying to keep it professional.

Sun Is Shining

"To the rescue . . . here I am! Want you to know just if you can . . . here I stand!"

moment no. 6382

supposition into the characteristics of this particular disposition. enlightened as it is, all well and good. . .still profound inability to comprehend the impasses.

the magnitude of the multitude a quality of inflated perception, yet perception of factual qualities remaining.

expression, as is channeled without hindrance. . . hindrance realized as motivation depending on the occasion.

. . .

celebration desiring my engagement
the distance to reach her embrace bordering chasmic

-

(l)edge.

salud

De vez en cuando no puedo pensar en otras cosas. Fortunadamente, puedo recordar el sabor de amor - mi amor; lo mas importante.

cold hard

An extremely pressing desire to retreat.

No more light - it has become unbearable to part when darkness arises.

HIBERNATE

. . .

If I were to live in a shell, would you visit me from time to time?

. . .

Never mind, there wouldn't be enough room.

Arc de Triomphe

In the midst of celebration, I'm taken aback by the sweetness of these moments having been tempered with an essential grain of salt.

As it passes over my tongue I realize that I was not prepared to be aware.

And yet . . . but still . . . .

astral

. . . in between our embraces I find my self unraveled, at the mercy of the winding Earth and it's polarities.

Magnetically, you and I form an axis; impermeable and unaffected by notions of time and space.

In the absence of this lifeline, my arms question their utility. . . .