A build up of stuff

Have we not been tested enough? Three hundred miles is not enough, the world sees fit to add to that two seperate lives does not surfice we  must stretch that till it is transparant but we have seen all, and exsited all laid ourselves naked over a distance and discovered all that would be we have through time and place explored every inch and every word which would lay us bare for I know you, and you like no other understand me so pretend is just a game, just a mockery and yet the world seems fit to play but a chance... but if only... ...we grow closer with every step yet the very fabric seems to want to play with our wovern cloth of spiritual understanding to pull and tease... to undo. Unravell what has been made or at least pull and un-make what has taken a life time, no, not so long, but long enough, un-create a life, unstitch a blanket which had begun to warm our souls... not only warm, but to blend; to mix two lives, which alone screamed empty pleasure scraping through a wall of history and pain emerging from the fire a pheonix a new born baby... accepting all new emotions but temporing the flames with wisdom and guile Because we found each otherA kind of early morning, lots of beer kinda thing... Pour of emotions with no real control...... It happens. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 02:11 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10