my mind gets lost in impossible imagery - words unpacked from dusty places, years after they had been typed into phrases, reaching an altered mind than the one they were addressed to in the first place. have I changed that much? or is it just that I feel a different, less idealized kind of longing burning in my heart nowadays?
i would be happily taking the second dish situation if it were available to me. just for one second. it would change me, of course, alter my mind yet again, transforming my pitiful desires into the original burning one: to be with the one. to be with you who i perceived to be the one. to be intwined in making love with you, lost in space and time, giving birth to new realities, children, lives, orientations, opening doors wide, untold stories unfold, like fresh linen hung to dry in the fresh winds of miracles.
i remember that feeling oh to well. i remember what your words did to me then and i see what they do to me now. and most of all, i remember the moment your words described. so profane and yet so significant. every motion describing patterns i have found in my soul in the mean time - you had them all discerned and ready at first glance. that´s maybe what was most intriguing. amused at the triviality of my own yearning I have to admit that it is in no way unique or special or difficult to decipher - it´s just that it took myself so very long to understand it properly that made your statement so profound to my young mind.
today i unpack these words yet again, lovingly blow the dust off of them and roll them around on my tongue just to taste.