Time Off

THe valley unfolds before my mind, a valley of flesh and static, open to even more valleys of clear midnight, undulating into the darkess and beyond my vision. What to give? can I be sure that i give everything i can? if she asks you to give her space, do you give her just that, knowing that she needs time to go over her thoughts, to deal with the pain and stress of having divorced herself from her husband? If i do not give her the space she is asking for, she will surely crack at some point, the emotions spilling over like the waters of the Three Gorges, eveloping irreplacable treasures, killing off endangered species, slowing the flow of a might river, very slightly altering the earth's rotation. likewise is our love endangered, will her body and mind remember the sweet embrace and loving tenderness we have shared these past months? I can only imagine the sinus curve of emotion she is facing, similar to losing a mother to something you can hardly pronounce, much less understand.

IT COMES DOWN TO THE FUCKING DAY. every single day is your last, every single day is the most beautiful. the intricate workings of surf and wind, of sand driven over sand, making dunes and valleys, sinks and ripples, greeting the dawn with bland incompetence, moved by forces it cannot understand.

as am I, forced on by emotions and desires I cannot explain, much less control. but how do i remain calm? how do i let it wash over me, accepting the fact that this woman i love has told me she can't be in a relationship right now, asking me to keep my distance, give her time to heal?

the programs are hounding me to reboot, so reboot i must.