You are my mistress.
It's quite pathetic actually. I steal looks at you when I should be doing my homework. I get on the internet with every intention of looking for sources for my paper, and suddenly I find myself back here. I don't even know how it happens.
Once I'm here, I reason, I might as well look. I scroll up and down, I have the urge to revise, I have the urge to create.
Then, I look at you carefully. You haven't changed, you remain steadfast, you still look exactly like I would want you to. I long for you. I dream/believe that you return my look of longing, I smile at you, you yell at me for treating you so abysmally, I protest saying I have responsibilities, commitments elsewhere, you say that I don't care for you, I realize logic and reason is useless, I give in.
Here I am, again. I'm with you again.
But I'll only be here a short while.
I have to leave, I always have to leave.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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It is funny how sometimes things we write become more important than what we write about.
ReplyDeleteI remember when a few days back I accidentally deleted my 4-yr old blog.. I was heartbroken.. spent two days fishing out all i could from google cached pages..
:) anyway.. :) you write rather well and I hope you continue to as long as..