I’ve been out, way out of the city, the metropolis of life as it were, for over four months now and I’ve come to realize the order of things, the axioms of day to day life have adjusted in a most peculiar and extraordinary way.
I hear things now like, “it’s only plumbing” and “the backroad boogie” on a daily basis and this meta-language elicits in me a sensation of peaked curiosity and openmindeness.
I never wanted you to go and I never asked for change and still…the world is different for me now…the world changes every day. Colors are not the same and the smells of late summer release their hints of fall and I sense you are not gone from me but more just a part of it all.
Before you I was less. With you I was always more. You knew you were going to leave me one day. “You’ll be fine without me baby.” I just never wanted or believed it to be so.
We thought we had so much time…oh gosh, humans and their endless time. What an illusion time truly is. Time is only a relationship between events after all.
You knew me. You knew How I was and How I still am. You got me and got to me and now I’m making a go of it in these mountains, alone.
theaflys 