writing for writing's sake

one pines away for what she does not have
and then when they say
"look upon the feast in front of you"
she replies,
"how can i think about eating when my soul is starving"?

and so it goes on and on.  i'm noticing patterns, i'm picking up on repetition like the ridges on fingertips, lining up like waves waiting to happen.  and so the world is full of imperfect relationships.  how do you remember to love in the darkness?  and how dark is it really?  only so dark perhaps as the thickness of your closed eyes.  i'm breathing all the time and that's remarkable really.  i get to be part of all this. 

slapping at muscle, i watch the gravity of myself sway.  it's a beautiful thing, the body.  and i love you. 

today i said i wouldn't miss the imaginary snow of your imaginary eclipse.  remember?  sometimes i wonder if you do remember.  me.  but you were set on the show and somehow i faded away into the white out streets.

i love you. i love you. i love you.  it still sounds sacred to me.