R.F.K. The Conclusion

Life has a way of bringing thoughts to the surface. What was once in your mind becomes all too real. What was once just something you envisioned ended up becoming something you embrace and can feel.

Thing is...what to do? What's done when a vision becomes reality? Do you embrace it, or do you run? Do you treat it like it's toxic, or do you relish it and have some fun? The latter was the choice, and even though it's led to this, a stoppage of sorts, where things were said that weren't necessarily prepared for, it's still something that will be treasured forever and a day, even if those days may end up being no more.

You can know someone so well, but when they occupy a different space in your life, you learn to know them all over again. Despite the fact the foundation is laid, you still have to work, and let 'em know this is for real, and not pretend. When it was just a figment of my imagination, the only parts that surfaced were the good; no thoughts rarely surfaced of anything that could be seen as bad. Never one time do you think that person, or you, can do something that leaves you confused, bewildered, or mad.

After thinking it over, the feelings of anger are gone, and are instead replaced with knowing that all things, good or bad, have a way of coming to an end. But since it's well-known that who this is intended for will see it, despite the conclusion, there'd be zero hesitation to do it all over again.

5/23/10 @ 1:39 A.M.
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High in the Sky

You found a way into my thoughts, despite being well above 10,000 feet. It never ceases to amaze how, even from this far a distance, my soul finds yours to meet. However, it isn't a meeting based on mutuality; not something that's agreed upon. It's of a different manner, one that's been avoided for far too long.

We're not meant to be...in any form. Not as friends, lovers, or even, excuse my french, just to fuck. See, it's been avoided for so long, yet it's been over, with no further traces of luck. The signs were all there, and for that, there's no one to blame, but the person who's composing this piece. Charging it to the game is the only direction left to go, even if that's the method that's embraced the least.

Once this plane hits the ground, another journey officially comes to an end, and even though familiar grounds await, establishing contact with you isn't an option, with these words serving as evidence of resisting the urge to do so, ever again.

5/17/10 @ 10:55 PM

Introspection

1. the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes, etc.

As corny as this looks, it came from being in the shower, wiping off the scent of a night's past. It was the mere feel of laying alone, void of another figure, that put everything on blast. Rinse. Wash. Rinse. Dry. It's all so routine...yet something so simple and mundane led to a revelation that previously went unseen.

Things are outta wack.

But how and why is this even taking place? Why are there so many events and things swirling inside that conflict, despite the sole reflection being only your face? Shit, it aint like you look in the mirror, and the physical changes with each glance; it stays exactly the same. Then again, when you have various characters come in and out of your life, it's damn near a miracle that you remember your OWN name...let alone theirs. Perhaps it's time to withdraw some more, and see how things fare. Besides, to ignore or downplay it any longer would only make you worse for wear.

5/3/10 @ 1:55 P.M.
Photo by Clifton Henri