Awake.
More than just being it presently, it was a movie that we saw on Saturday. (Lanny, Mark, Nick and myself) Lanny's ticket stub and plane boarding pass are across the way on the corner of the table. For whatever sentimental reasons I have assigned, they cannot be thrown away yet.
Still.
Not just the freezing of movement, but the ongoing emotion that I feed with memories and thoughts of alternate realities. In this sojurn of singlehood it is still so surprising the swift jab that love can hit you with. Lanny will always be there in my heart. This was the most difficult time dropping him off at the airport. Sunday morning we laid in bed while I played Jeff Buckley singing "Hallelujah." Our fingers intertwined; my head turned away from him, silent tears swept across my face. This visit was the best we have had.
Holding hands used to mean so much. When it happens now, it still feels tremendous. It's the simplicity of human touch that reinforces the immunity of a newborn baby and nurtures us throughout the years.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
