Good-bye

Oh how very appropriate indeed. Or inappropriate as the case may be. I am coming close to leaving this place, and yes I am starting to feel mildly mournful. Today in particular I was faced with saying "good-bye" to a friend and it was honestly a lot more difficult that I could have imagined it would be. Next week I will be able to call her, say hello, chat for a while, but I will not get to sit across from her for 5 HOURS at a coffee shop and let the conversation guide itself.

There are sacrifices in life that need to be made and the above is only really one example of the many things that I am leaving behind. Predominant in my mind are the people that I will not be able to see. Yes, friends may come and go, but sometimes you meet people that are so entirely endearing that you can't help but feel a little sad when you need to pull yourself away from them.

So to all those that will remain here while I run around, take care, listen to yourself, because that internal voice can be a reliable source of guidance. At the moment my actions echo the voice that seeks to guide me, and it is an important achievement for me. I wish only the same to all of you.

To be known, but not to be left behind.

The problem with familiarity is that there comes a time when you get so comfortable that you are no longer able to appreciate that which you feel you know so well. It was beautiful before you knew it, but now you wonder what may have been, had you not been allowed to know it as well as you think you know it now. When that time comes you must do what you can to regain what you once had, and hopefully find more than you have ever known. If you want to understand me, to know me, you need to understand that I am who I am, but I do change. Yes I know change well, and yes I love it. Of course I do. I would have to be crazy not to... well maybe I am a little crazy. Now I am where I am, but where I am is in a state of unrest. Do not come and go, and expect me to stay.

Can you hear it?

Oh I know it so well
that old familiar burn,
the lustful sense of yearning,
when I think of you.

The way you proposition me,
Hunt for my body,
Encourage me to move,
When I hear you.

That familiar thrum,
Like a heartbeat,
Guiding me,
Gliding me,
Across the floor.

Dance you say,
Make a move
Dance I will,
Because I am with you.