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Monday 25 April 2011
sailor jerry's @ 00:58

i discovered something tonight,
not unlike an idle treasure
buried deep in your drawer.
it is something that has always been sacred to me
yet betrayed by arbitrary neglect none the less.
have you ever felt that loose sense of recollection
laced upon the tangents of direction
that seem to inadvertently dictate your path?
the only way i can think to describe it is like
when you hear the girl laugh for the first time;
that jovial interchangeability of feigned interest to impress
the peculiarly dressed,
whether it was herself or the company,
you do not know, and the truest feeling of surrender
to second of honest grace where she let herself go
and gave way to pure emotion of genuine praise,
for the joke, the gesture, or whatever it may have been.
its the lack of certainty
in a moment, given to you by someone else,
that i have remembered to appreciate this evening.
its that second where you come to grips with someone's distinction from a stranger,
but they remain strange enough
to remain unknown...
but somehow, you have that feeling
as if you have touched something tangible within yourself
within them.
i dug through my drawer tonight
within the breast of someone more than an acquaintance
and found both similarity and differences within our discretions.
along the sutures of her heart i found
a map
long lost
to a liquid cure
and some ideal sense of paraded self sufficiency
that we need one another
and their sometimes strange, foreign, and misguided direction
to dictate our own.
i realize that much of this will most likely make sense to few.
Ive been told by my english teacher that i am obtusely verbose
and lose sight of the main picture...
i guess i just lose myself in the words,
or rather the reader.
at least i dont lose the sentiment.
sobriety met and editing avoided
i will remember the meaning of this
and the coordinates it has established,
even if my avid and eager words
cannot develop anothers further understanding of direction...
but for those of you that do
its about a two and a half hour walk,
but i will lie and say its an hour an forty
so you wont pay me fare
to just put my two cents in.

about
relativity.

apres moi
cobie is the name

i enjoy bukowski, casablanca, vodka, and stars. please feel free to comment and engage in posts, forbidding they are mundane or extremely ignorant... then in which case feel free to ignore them or correct me.
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