dusty paths

all i've done all my life is continue in a perverse downward spiral. deserving nothing more because that is how i've felt. once on the dusty roads of my travels, i came upon another lonely traveler. my dismissal of him couldn't have been more casual. i didn't even take the time to shake his hand and wish him well. it wasn't till after the weather (coupled with my angry spiral towards oblivion) had hardened my view of things-that-were-dreamed that our paths had the mischevious fortune of crossing again. in my meek state of existence, i took this lonely stranger's offered hand. intentions and old habits being what they were, i had only intended to share the road for a short period of time. but, as this stranger unveiled more and more of his soul to me, i became intrigued. then, i became something more. a something more that could not be described fully by my most artful of poems. it could only be portrayed as such: when he was beside me i found my self moving closer, when i caught his stare i couldn't help but stare back, and when he was gone part of me went with him. and as we kissed, a most beautiful passionate kiss, the world melted along with me leaving my lips behind to carry on unhindered. thus, my descent was reversed entirely. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 03:24 PM PST    0 • 8