Baby
By on March 23, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1)
It seems entirely inappropriate to discuss where I have been today. It is so personal that you may be disappointed that I let you read it. You may even hate me a little bit. And if we saw each other in person you would avoid me, betrayed that I was not better. You hoped I would be so much better. stronger. different.
I want to be.
But I think you need to know.
You need to know the possibilities of a human self. You need to know that what we are doing right now, looking at this screen, tapping our taps, is incredible. It is magnificent. Infinity spreads out its face before us like a baby and we kiss it until we are terrified that we cannot stop. We walk out of the room and just keep returning, creating excuses to see its tiny face, it just feels so right. “What could be more important than kissing a baby’s face,” you think. Now you are getting defensive and demanding. And by you I mean me.
I miss you (you).
I’m ready.
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this reminds me of the multitude of eyes besides my own two. it makes me want to hold on tight to you. thanks for letting us read it.
Posted by Vicki | March 24, 2007 @ 6:10 AM