but rewarding of long nights and quiet hours, the gentle squeeze of my spine, a reminder of age and lack of grace, an extended string of overdue remedies and past due payments, contradictory rhetoric not withstanding, sometimes language is a heavy handed disguise to hide behind, reminiscent of the grand psychoanalytical holiday, all hallows eve, bring out yer dead.................
grateful i am for the chance to share my life with such an amazing person, grateful that he has changed my life more than he will ever know, grateful for the warmth from his hand on my leg when he is standing next to me. i can learn more about living in one hour with him than anywhere or with anyone else, if i can keep my mind quiet enough.........
what an amazing day, the water flows downhill toward the low ground, feeding and eroding all items gathering moss, the sun slowly baking the vestiges of itself in a futile attempt to ingrain it's feeling into our collective memories, and i didn't even have to use my AK...............
what is done is done, the time test is the only that, a test, which the results are mostly inconclusive saving for the idea that language is limiting if the sky is the limit...............
