.... maybe nothing at all is best?  Then, it all just dies with me.
Today was coming at me from all sides. I am winding down with Wayman Tisdale, smooth jazz.  Something not many would understand.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RtZXFhQ02U&NR=1
JCT/Stevens/ FFE/ HAEI/ 
JayJ
Out of the blue all approached me today in one form or another.  Of them all?  Yeah. JayJ .... what now. No sanctuary.  It was all just a pretense of safety. 
Just as freely as I have experienced love, light, and joy to flow,  the clench in my chest, the remembered pain of the bone there, the mention of his name has closed the door and I am back in the cave of pain and darkness.  The one where silence is my only hope of survival.
Blindsided. Just like old times. 
I could ask why now? What does it matter? He is everywhere I go. And still claims me.
Suddenly weary, going straight to bed.  
I wanted to believe.  I really did.
If you can hear me now?
Dallas.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
 
 
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