.... 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~