Time

I read a post today that says time does not heal all wounds, it just replaces memories. that got me thinking and they are correct. it does just replace memories. That has made me even more sad than I already have been. There are things I don’t want to forget. The way people made me feel, the way I could not stop smiling when I was near them. But, there are the fights and the bad that I will gladly be rid of. Time does that… For the most part, it seems that when you are in the present all you can see is the bad and you don’t remember the good, but very shortly after the situation changes so do the memories. The bad ones start to fade and the good ones start to resurface. After even more time that is all that is left is the thoughts of the good and the longing for that feeling again. Let more time pass and the good memories start to fade away as well and so does that person, and that makes me sad as well. It makes me sad because someone that was at one time so important, now is but a mere passing thought that takes up almost none of your time. Than nothing, they become nothing to you anymore, not even a fleeting thought in the night. we just move on.

I didn’t miss the moon for the stars I just captured a comet for a wile on its way through, and from its perspective it did the same.

Gods speed little Comet, and beware of unstable orbits.

Holiday

The holidays can be rough as an adult. the whimsy is not there anymore. The magic is gone. but what I have seen this year is that you have to make your own magic. find your new chosen family. this year was still rough but not as bad as last year. and I hope that next will be better than this. all will be magic again!

Too much

When is it too much?

When should you stop being there for others when it is a detriment to yourself?

I love these people tho, they were there for me when I needed it. So I will be there for them for as long as they need. I will sacrifice some of me to help them.

I hope all will be well. I hope all will be better, and I know it will be. It will just take time.

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I sneak into your room, sometimes
and rest inside your sheets
I visit with the moon, sometimes
we watch you, when you sleep
I say “i’ll see you soon,” sometimes
but I always have to leave
I like to watch you bloom, sometimes
in the daylight left by eve
I have this sense of doom, sometimes
but your comfort’s all I need.

Love

So what is this Love thing? I know that it is a bunch of chemicals bouncing around in my head. I know that it can be simulated by an injection or by drugs. I know all of this and yes I don’t care. I am so in love! but here is the hard part… what happens when the love changes? what is some one to do when the love that you had is not the love you have now? it is such a strange place to stand there is still the love but it is not the same. I hope that it will all be ok come tomorrow, but we will see.

By chance

Hello you!

You chance encounter on this chilly night. You Muse, you intelligent beautiful creature! where did you come from? The Great deep dished north where one star is not good enough so you have 4. Where did your amazing conversation of space and time and cyberpunk musings and consent and kink manifest itself from. You’re same Catholic guilt. You’re same East Coast bluntness. Your giggle and your ox-blood. What will tomorrow bring? What did yesterday hold? You have been right there and yet neither of us have seen each other… until now. I am glad to have shared the evening with you. I hope to share more!

Good night! And Sleep tight.