TropicalStarfish
Well-known member
The ire of my respite is wincing fancy my delight.
So many things desired all sought out; but, now expired.
What the hell happened, and what is going on?
I've been crazy from time to time; but, everyone is going nuts...
It's hard to breathe, it's hard to live.
It's hard to do most everything...
One day...
One day things...
One day things will...
One day things will be better...
Gosh when is that day going to come.
It can't just be a day.
Though, when it does come, it's nice.
Give me a week.
No. Better a month.
That won't do, I require at least a few years...
Is it so much to ask to have a few good years?
I could be happy and accept death if only I could have just a few GOOD years...
A few years of happiness.
A few years of joy.
A few years of peace.
A few years of just simple, creep right up on you... pure delight...
To wake up one morning, have it be a bit chilly, and go for a morning stroll...
...To walk and just marvel at all the beauty of nature...
Then to return and do a few chores...
...and to delight in doing them...
...To begin the work of the day...
...to be interested in it...
...to be immersed in it...
...to be challenged by it...
...and to reap little rewards...
...and see it through to completion...
...perhaps a bronze pouring...
Oh to be loved and to love...
For it to be soooo easy...
The easiest love I've ever known in all my struggling life...
For it to be just soo right, so natural, no force necessary...
no trying, learning, adapting, struggling...
The way that final puzzle piece doesn't need to be searched for...
It just fits... and then it's complete...
Oh, yes, yes now...
All of this and that about love...
Love ain't easy ya shmuck...
I don't care one way or the other you see...
I'm talking about a love soooo easy... between her and me...
The kind where you both just KNOW...
and the only tragedy in it...
the only sorrow...
is our shared and mutual regret for not having more time to love each other so easy...
...and that one day we will die...
...or one of us could get sick...
and for that end to come would only be like those extra bites of food you eat when your full on your favorite desert...
you've had enough, but it's just too good not to finish, or at least to try and finish...
To have that easy love...
To have those few good years...
Life is not something you can take with you when you die...
And it's probably not something you can leave behind either...
But... to be okay with that...
to know inside that...
this is page 1 of the most wonderful adventure i've ever read...
my life...
it begins now... and it sure will end...
but wow is it going to be great...
...and to reach those final pages...
oh... just to reach them...
to read the last sentence and think to yourself...
THAT was a good book...
It may be too much to speak...
...delicately now...
gentle...
ahh...
...just a whisper now...
...just a whisper..
So many things desired all sought out; but, now expired.
What the hell happened, and what is going on?
I've been crazy from time to time; but, everyone is going nuts...
It's hard to breathe, it's hard to live.
It's hard to do most everything...
One day...
One day things...
One day things will...
One day things will be better...
Gosh when is that day going to come.
It can't just be a day.
Though, when it does come, it's nice.
Give me a week.
No. Better a month.
That won't do, I require at least a few years...
Is it so much to ask to have a few good years?
I could be happy and accept death if only I could have just a few GOOD years...
A few years of happiness.
A few years of joy.
A few years of peace.
A few years of just simple, creep right up on you... pure delight...
To wake up one morning, have it be a bit chilly, and go for a morning stroll...
...To walk and just marvel at all the beauty of nature...
Then to return and do a few chores...
...and to delight in doing them...
...To begin the work of the day...
...to be interested in it...
...to be immersed in it...
...to be challenged by it...
...and to reap little rewards...
...and see it through to completion...
...perhaps a bronze pouring...
Oh to be loved and to love...
For it to be soooo easy...
The easiest love I've ever known in all my struggling life...
For it to be just soo right, so natural, no force necessary...
no trying, learning, adapting, struggling...
The way that final puzzle piece doesn't need to be searched for...
It just fits... and then it's complete...
Oh, yes, yes now...
All of this and that about love...
Love ain't easy ya shmuck...
I don't care one way or the other you see...
I'm talking about a love soooo easy... between her and me...
The kind where you both just KNOW...
and the only tragedy in it...
the only sorrow...
is our shared and mutual regret for not having more time to love each other so easy...
...and that one day we will die...
...or one of us could get sick...
and for that end to come would only be like those extra bites of food you eat when your full on your favorite desert...
you've had enough, but it's just too good not to finish, or at least to try and finish...
To have that easy love...
To have those few good years...
Life is not something you can take with you when you die...
And it's probably not something you can leave behind either...
But... to be okay with that...
to know inside that...
this is page 1 of the most wonderful adventure i've ever read...
my life...
it begins now... and it sure will end...
but wow is it going to be great...
...and to reach those final pages...
oh... just to reach them...
to read the last sentence and think to yourself...
THAT was a good book...
It may be too much to speak...
...delicately now...
gentle...
ahh...
...just a whisper now...
...just a whisper..
