i'm sure you're all getting/are tired of readin my sob story entries and attemps at prose and verse wherein i vent and spew and wryte about a nameless him. well, with this entry i hope to stop. time has passed and i've found myself capable of going days without even thinking of him.
of late, he's the one who contacted me... mind you it was in response to my message to him years ago [read days, but he takes his time, n'est-ce pas]. he wrote long-winded. i replyed in words. he continued. i tried to not. at long last - at least i think - he was contacting... that is, he was not simply replying to me. ha.
this may seem like a giant nothing to the many of you out there who read this (...sigh, many) but for this blogger it is a big thing. i've long wanted to be done with you. long wanted to wake and feel no more for you what i once felt/feel. there's no off switch, but there sure as hell is a dimmer. it works on a timer, a long-frakking-waiting-to-dim timer, but a timer nonetheless. it's dark in here. i like this darkness. die dunkelheit. hmmm.
new things have taken the place of sallowing wallowing. i've found me. as have others. who knew people would like me. in person. in verse. in pictures. who knew. admirers, futures friends, future dates, future. who knew? i'm liking this new feeling.
i'm like it muchly. though angst and woe are good fuel a heavy entry on a blog, a happy post makes the poster, ahem me, a happy gent.
out with the him
in with the me
in with the me
do you know me? would you fall for me? have you already fallen...
hic extraneus sum
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