Beloved Howard,
The breathlessness has settled and I can see clearly now......my heart rate has resumed its original uneven quickstep and my pulse has resigned to the old ways of unpredictability.....even my sweat glands have resumed their arbit vague vanity....
I can see clearly now, because I was made to see it through the haze of the millionth smokaccino, through the haze of many many more tasksnottastes at hand......through the slow murmur of the "whispered nothings"...and through the carelessness of a scent that refuses to leave....this one even more Satanic than the last intimate one...
I can see clearly now, for I was, against popular opinion told so by a much simpler smile.....a much more reasoned answer, and a much more concerned action....to not complicate my life than it already is...and for once..it made sense to me.....narcissism gets the best outta me....
Everything has been drawn into something less than a toenail and something more than a hair...struggling against the throat muscles to be let out...scratching against raw unprotected and unexposed flesh....
Things are clearer because I am not allowing myself this one discretion this one time.....the original sin at the cost of the eternal sin....
The world is spinning on its longitudes again and is flat again....it doesnt need to be a sphere anymore......it doesnot require to spin evenly on any axis...
I am Howard.....much to my own surpirise....this time not the cause for my heartbreak....
And while it may seem inexplicable on my part....this is one time...I refuse to share....
Goodnight My Lover
Urs in mourning
Choleric....not so sexy anymore...
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