Today, well tonight more accurately, I shall meet Kole Porter and he will hopefully decide to like me so that we may be fast friends.
I’m hopeful that he’ll be a better writer than Lily Bark and with any luck he will be somewhat as literate and creative as Kermit Colossus Thales I…”oh my sweet Kermy”.
Realizing that this isn’t Kerm’s story anymore is immensely difficult for me to accept and if I dwell too long in thought I lose my breath.
Remembering, no one “steps into the same river twice”, I gain strength because there’s solace in what’s linear and frustration in what’s not. Do not get me wrong it’s not the circle I dread but more the incessanting looping past in my head.
So here I go-
once again-
taking another plunge into the- river
while looking ahead-
I’m a bit less melancholy-
and I’ve a new furry friend to share my bed.
theaflys 