Poor neglected Blogger. It is difficult to post when you think no one is reading. There isn't anyone you think you are sharing with. How odd? One can only be ignored for so long without feeling like, Maybe, what they have to say is of no real value, Anyway. Ehh, uggh, eww I cringe as the statement sounds like a whine. Feeling unloved, unwanted, neglected and ignored myself, I guess. How can that be? I am wonderful, fun and funny. I am a good person who people love to be around. And as it would be; I only allow certain people-So far. I am a lone wolf. As alone as could be; Without actually-technically being alone.
I've got the usual frenemies. You know the people who for all intents and purposes look like they are your friend. But, their gossip, backstabbing and supposed friendship could potentially wreak more havoc than an out and out enemy.
Nice.
I've been reflecting upon those few and rare people who've managed to become a part of my life. Who were and are genuine. Good, supportive, true and blue friends. One man; Oh, how I loved him. When I left home; Against, my better judgment I took a piece of him with me. When he and I met fireworks splashed across the sky; A warm-golden light fell from the highest sky to the first solid ground. When his eyes met mine the room lifted and love took us up so high we had to look down to see ourselves. The power of our love, knowledge and living not only set us free; But, also anyone who come into contact with us. Released from fears of not having enough; Being enough, knowing enough, Living life and laughing enough melted away as nothing. As if the ugliness had not ever been.
We knew one another in a rhythym no one could know. We heard each other all of the time when neither said anything. Our love for the other fierce and true. The pool of love we drew from was bottomless. The power and depth of our hearts lifting, giving, believing what could not be believed in. Without ever meaning to, We met up in our dreaming times...Wandering to and from in a nighttime wind. Flitting, flying, fluttering on the delicate wings of a butterfly....Fragile, delicate wings made of golden, innocent and the purest of dusts...Passing into and out of one another...Coming upon each other so entirely close. I did not know where he began. Where I ended. Blended so entirely and completely there was no difference of our two souls. We'd become one and the other...We were and could be, Each other. We'd looked at our love for each other for so long; We became the same love. No longer two separate souls travelling a world in worlds far from none. We, had become one. Dressing alike, believing alike, knowing-feeling and seeing alike...Love and love and still some more love. And, let it be I've not seen in his face and held it close to mine. Let it be I hear his voice in dreams. And take his hand to me. Uhh, I don't really know where this came from? It is good to reflect and remember on being loved. Reflect and recall loving. One must do this, I reckon, when feeling unloved, most.
