Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The unknown
There are things said, just between us, that will never be known to the world. Now I understand that this is true for most everybody, but this is different somehow. When people see you, me, and the us that that entails, they see a truth that is anything but. For they do not know that as anchored as I appear, the dreams fluttering through my days are of you, this, and the happiness it brings.
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i like this.i like the whimsy... anchors are curious things. curious in that they can sometimes hold on to the flimsiest of beings or notions, and still manage to stay firmly in place.
(except the place is a person.)
Hey, you, girl. I know what UNKNOWN is. After my accident, I had a lot of unknowns: would I be able to wokNtok right again? Nope. Would I be able to think straight again? Nope. Would I be able to even function properly again in society? Nope. But, BFD. I learned through God's wisdom this world is not and can never be worthy of me. My Home is in Heaven --- Never mind what loony, Fred Phelps sez, Heaven's where I'm going. Et c'est ca (French: and that's that [say sa]). Wanna come along? Guhroovy. Meet me in Heaven, miss gorgeous, and we'll have gobs of fun at my party-hardy celebrating our resurrection for eons and eons. God bless you. Love you.
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