SomeONE happened. And since this story belongs to that person as well, I can’t tell it. At least for now. But I may sell the movie rights anonymously, so you’ll see it and know it, and just not know that you know. You’ll hear it in songs, and not know it, and when it bursts up outta my skin, it’ll be so vivid and clear as to be actually legible.
And while nothing in my day to day life will change, my inner gyroscope has been reset, and I’m spinning around my universe on my axis in cleaner circles.
Which might sound odd if you saw me this weekend, crying so hard and so long that my tears soaked in my phone and continued to ooze back out of it, like a statue of a saint. Or when I told you that I was about to puke, not just from my stomach but the top of my chest and the very back of my skull. Or when it felt like my skin was going to vibrate right off my body, because I’d been cheated of something that was MINE, not because I earned it, but because I would have spent every day earning it, and I don’t mean just by good intention.
But in the end, my faith has been restored in some places it had gotten very threadbare. Things like magic and tap dancing and finding everything on your scavenger hunt list at one house and there being a reason for it all and God him/herself and happy endings and most of all love, the sort that mugs you in a graveyard and then becomes your anonymous benefactor.
A love that doesn’t weigh me down, except just a little, like money in my pocket.
You, my dear, need to become a writer. As in get paid for it.
I can’t imagine a better way to put those sort of feelings into words.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!!!!
*faints*
I know exactly what you mean…
Just like the time Lisslo said, “Let’s do tequila shots and then jump into the pool from the roof!” I have to say, “I second that motion Lisslo!”
There are no other words.
hrrmmm.
the last bit sticks to me. i think it’s lovely.
Um…huh?
It takes real effort to keep up with you, VJ, and I’ve been on vacation the last few days, spending time with 350 people in a hotel where the average age was about 1.43 million years old. And that’s after you factor in my 14 month old son.
Where was I? Oh yeah: huh?
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