nothing yet…

a new year to get things right. a new year to get things wrong. a new year. i want you to read these words and hear music. swimming songs of romantic intent. swoon for me. for these words. for these words were written for you. can you feel it? the build up? the climax? the denouement? crescendo to morendo? our lives allegro? enough with the musical metaphor. or is it something else. like. analogous is like something right?


well i analogy you.


does that work? make sense? you get what i mean. you get everything i mean. i’ll give every meaning i can give.


pregnant pause. waiting for the day that things can give way to something new. something more clear, less cloudy, less troubled by the heart. the tug of the heart.


but i’ll miss that tug once it vanishes. once the achiness goes the way of the dinosaurs, i’ll miss that feeling. that fear of that unknown. it doesn’t make sense.




think of me for a moment. and i’ll think of you. soon i think.


soon i think this will all be over or just beginning. start and stop are all the same. just like everything and nothing. so total in their totality. so definite in their definitions. precise precision. need i go on?


ever since i could think for myself i’ve troubled myself with understanding the grey. trying to figure out the middle the best way i knew how. nothing yet.