The chair is hot because it´s been occupied for atleast an hour by another prior to my current position. And I find myself here lazy and sound, feeling like maybe I should stick around and find out how much weight I can gain in 2 months time or more (easy when drinking wine every night and strolling at a lazy pace through the city) as people rush past. And the simple tasks are difficult here as they were, and probably always will be: make a phone call, pay the bills, keep the fingers and toes clean and pretty... (never were, never will be.) But here I am, and I received word, question, "you are falling in love?" but this is wrong. It was a statement, "You are falling in love." And I do not have response. I do not have any understanding of my current state. I don´t understand the love I´ve had, the love lost, the love I will leave behind when leaving tomorrow, and though romance is often illusion, I find it to be the most quieting force in the universe.
Posted by jackie colburn at February 17, 2005 09:28 PM