He sat there with his Einstein hair, a medusa helmet of bleached blonde glory.
"I think our dance is up my dear." I proclaimed with all the confidence brought about
By that unknown mixture the troubled gay barman called a quick fuck.
"I know. And youre leaving, so I guess this is the last time I'll see you. If you need help, you know where to find me.
Any help."
"I know." and I did know, with that rare certainty that such favours entailed no sexual repercussions.
He rose, the most perfect human embodiment of karma I have ever encountered. He gave so freely and frequently, and I saw what he received in return.
I write this journal as a catalyst for my own emotions, desires and intents. And also because it feeds the narcism that lies within me.
I talked to and farewelled many a people tonight. And someone taught me something.
Ever walked down the street, and passed someone. And been hit with that cocktail of hopelessness, despair, pain and confusion that sends tremors to your step and pause in your movements.
Hesitated briefly, because empathy told you to stop, and hug, and help. And with the cynicism and jaded hauteur that comes from the world weary
You stumble forward, for you believe you have not the strength to carry two loads.
Sometimes, we fear to share that with our friends, family and acquaintances. For the fact that daily we share our pain and troubles and we fear
That final stream of consciousness we share will destroy them too. For with love comes empathy, and we instinctively protect those we love.
Next time you pass that stranger, pass them you number.
For a stranger can see the immeasurable facets of beauty that lies within you that you think dissipated into your reality many a year ago.
A strangers pain, for there is no love between you, cannot hurt you. It is not your pain.
You can take that cocktail of pain, desperation, despair and loneliness, and it will not hurt you.
You can give them your drink, and they will not get drunk.
Trust in them as you do not trust those closest to you.
All you need to hear is, "I know."
Have the courage to believe the truth that comes from the mouths of those that do not know you.
And have the courage to tell the unknown of the beauty you see in them.
Any time you want me to show you the beauty in what I read daily, or intuitively see, call me.
I'll give you my number.
And maybe, when I have the courage to face what I've been avoiding, I'll appreciate the faith you have in me.
We crave for someone to understand our emotions so completely. They never can, and never will, because they will always be your own.
As long as you are alive the most integral part of you will always exist.
I guess I just found my stranger today.
I'll be you stranger if you want.
I just ask that you will have the courage to believe.
"I think our dance is up my dear." I proclaimed with all the confidence brought about
By that unknown mixture the troubled gay barman called a quick fuck.
"I know. And youre leaving, so I guess this is the last time I'll see you. If you need help, you know where to find me.
Any help."
"I know." and I did know, with that rare certainty that such favours entailed no sexual repercussions.
He rose, the most perfect human embodiment of karma I have ever encountered. He gave so freely and frequently, and I saw what he received in return.
I write this journal as a catalyst for my own emotions, desires and intents. And also because it feeds the narcism that lies within me.
I talked to and farewelled many a people tonight. And someone taught me something.
Ever walked down the street, and passed someone. And been hit with that cocktail of hopelessness, despair, pain and confusion that sends tremors to your step and pause in your movements.
Hesitated briefly, because empathy told you to stop, and hug, and help. And with the cynicism and jaded hauteur that comes from the world weary
You stumble forward, for you believe you have not the strength to carry two loads.
Sometimes, we fear to share that with our friends, family and acquaintances. For the fact that daily we share our pain and troubles and we fear
That final stream of consciousness we share will destroy them too. For with love comes empathy, and we instinctively protect those we love.
Next time you pass that stranger, pass them you number.
For a stranger can see the immeasurable facets of beauty that lies within you that you think dissipated into your reality many a year ago.
A strangers pain, for there is no love between you, cannot hurt you. It is not your pain.
You can take that cocktail of pain, desperation, despair and loneliness, and it will not hurt you.
You can give them your drink, and they will not get drunk.
Trust in them as you do not trust those closest to you.
All you need to hear is, "I know."
Have the courage to believe the truth that comes from the mouths of those that do not know you.
And have the courage to tell the unknown of the beauty you see in them.
Any time you want me to show you the beauty in what I read daily, or intuitively see, call me.
I'll give you my number.
And maybe, when I have the courage to face what I've been avoiding, I'll appreciate the faith you have in me.
We crave for someone to understand our emotions so completely. They never can, and never will, because they will always be your own.
As long as you are alive the most integral part of you will always exist.
I guess I just found my stranger today.
I'll be you stranger if you want.
I just ask that you will have the courage to believe.