Thursday, July 27, 2006
it is late. the 7th month, and i know you don't believe, because the sky doesn't seem any darker.
but i, irrational creature tt i am, do. yet i am unafraid. unafraid because we are good, and they do not harm the good. and unafraid, because you are here and you are my protector.
1.05am. and it's supper and teh halia over a barrel of laughs and friends in a well-lit place. 2.30am and it's a nice drive through the night over and around well-paved roads.
3.00am and it's up to a high point, a high point over and above the darkness, where the bright lights pave the way into the sky. the place itself is dark; the lamps are numerous but not too bright, and if not for you i might feel slightly perturbed.
but the bright lights and your presence and the reassuring warmth of your hand calms me; calms me and soothes me. suddenly everything seems more beautiful; the black leaves tt are only green by day; the cool wind rustling those leaves in the trees by night; the cold of the gentle breeze; the black brick once red before sun sets; and tt quiet collective peaceful calm.
tt is everywhere and nowhere, when i am with you.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
but i, irrational creature tt i am, do. yet i am unafraid. unafraid because we are good, and they do not harm the good. and unafraid, because you are here and you are my protector.
1.05am. and it's supper and teh halia over a barrel of laughs and friends in a well-lit place. 2.30am and it's a nice drive through the night over and around well-paved roads.
3.00am and it's up to a high point, a high point over and above the darkness, where the bright lights pave the way into the sky. the place itself is dark; the lamps are numerous but not too bright, and if not for you i might feel slightly perturbed.
but the bright lights and your presence and the reassuring warmth of your hand calms me; calms me and soothes me. suddenly everything seems more beautiful; the black leaves tt are only green by day; the cool wind rustling those leaves in the trees by night; the cold of the gentle breeze; the black brick once red before sun sets; and tt quiet collective peaceful calm.
tt is everywhere and nowhere, when i am with you.
# posted by Kitana @ 7/27/2006 10:52:00 AM 
