12. Couch forts. Temples of my childhood that allow me to return to what I hope I truly am. Death to all couch-haters!
13. Lack of time. How precariously perched my life is at this moment, flitting between necessary meetings and thoughts of possibilities of stuff that will soon take me up in a maelstrom of action, but that remain firmly grounded within the lines of one's agenda. To anticipate that lack of time is a wonderful reminded for what little time I have now, and what smaller amounts of time I will have in the future to devote to cloudweaving and wordslaying.
14. Theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre. How many times have I walked away from you, have I thrown you out of doors and bade you never to come back, only to find myself backstage again and thinking, "I was made to do this"? Yours and mine is an enduring love that will go beyond any kind of separation. It is the love of the morning after--the love that started as a vague attraction, that I didn't realise I had until I saw your hair upon the pillow and your eyes in the daylight.
15. Philosophy. I have so missed being beaten and bloodied by your heavy hands. You too, philosophy, are one I became infatuated with before I ever loved. You too, will remain.
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cloudweaving and wordslaying, what wonderful words!
ReplyDeletealso I love how you wrote about your love of theatre.
The love of the morning after - I like that. Morning afters aren't usually quite so pleasant.
ReplyDeleteHm, philosophy and theatre and couch forts. :] These things, I am also thankful for.
Love of the morning after...brilliantly put. The imagery is just wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, philosophy. Vile mistress!