6.54am
the gentle knocking of the blinds woke me up this morning. everything is saturated in early morning shades of grays and blues, and the side of my face is swollen and tender from the infection that never quite leaves. listening to the cool air move the trees outside and the almost ethereal sound of the windchimes. inside, my blinds knock against the windows - it reminds me of being on a boat, as if the entire world is swaying gently to lull me into peace. further inside, it's me that's being moved.
slowly and quietly, i made coffee, my computer mute and logging on. there's barely enough light to see the keyboard now, and the single candle i have lit doesn't help. touch typing isn't my strong point, but that's ok - i wanted to share this with you. because i love you and because i know that you'd understand more than anyone else.
so this is what it must be like to be the only person left on earth. |
Comments (11)
kinda scary to think about being the ONLY person left...yet its so relaxing thinking of being the only person left, without any noise, distractions, whining, etc..... Ahhhhh! hehe have a great day!
Boy does this work with your pic, bottom right.
i'm starting to prefer that time--of feeling like the only person left on earth--to my time shared with others. so absolutely silent. and the path is [more] clear.
nothing deep from me..just reading like the fan that I am
wow- very nice rich!
i'm with you...i can feel it too...
ah, what i'd give for such a dark quiet morning...
ooOooh!! I love days like that.
that's lovely, sigh...
I think, this is the bane, and the isolation of being in love with someone. When you have every little image in your mind to share, every little thought that you would like to utter...but it's all not possible.
When amour both exists and does not exist in your every day.
sounds like every morning... except I know how to type
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