...Exercise in free love...

This city is too hip for me, maybe. 

I envy romance like how a bird feels about a falling star.  Look how free and easy it glows through the sky, forgetting about knowing what is.  Just is.  Loves the ride.

Me.  I'll be as beautiful as can be, see I just want someone who CAN love me as me.  Giddy up! Throw my feet in the stirrups and ride my bicycle until my biscuits are burning. Ha!  Easy now, steady girl! Both love and freedom can not do without the other.  When you feel the rapture of complete comfort in the exhaustion of another, the mind can wrap around gravity yet your entangled hearts float out the window towards the sunshine.  

Oh, but love catches you by the wrist, locking your wings down and the window closes.  No breeze to make the air sweeter.  Gravity pulls you down by the back of your neck stuffing your spirit in a pillow case.   

I envy romance like how a bird feels about a falling star.

...Retrograde...

...Goodbye Mercury. Hello Jupiter.  The dawn still feels like dawn  though the moon is still in it's cyclical orbit. How can there be light, when there IS no light?  How can blood run so hot when snow covers all and down down, my walls do fall.  Scrapping off dry patches of fury, I realize we are all in this together.  Doing the best we can do, trying to love others who have fallen into a chance existence. In real terms, we all are not SO different.  No matter the language, rituals, opinion of what is in the great beyond, resources; the bodies in which we possess are in need of the same thing. Water. Amino Acids. Carbohydrates. Shelter.  LoVe...