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Poetry and Stories by JVS
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Thinking To Myself
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: My Thoughts

Sometimes a person gets tired of having no privacy. I know that having a place to go to where you have no one pulling at you to do this or that can be a comfort zone. For me, the night I met you, was a night like that.

I watched for a week or so but no one noticed I was there.  I remember coming into the chat room and seeing familiar names each day.

One day your name was there and something you wrote caught my eye.

From then on every time you wrote anything I was watching your every word.  You were the light that I saw among the darkness that was sitting on my shoulder.  Times are strange for people like me, being a deep thinker sometimes leaves way for to many things, so many thoughts, ahhhhh what would it be like to be simple of mind? 

I envy the one whose mind goes in an even direction. They see things in black and white. There is a right way and a wrong way, no mincing around of thoughts to confuse a reasonable solution.

When simplicity is taken to a level of concern and our minds have to work overtime, is it fair for another to strap us down by taking up our time for good thinking?

I do so value my alone time, the time to seek out a different world and to set my eyes on a new expanse over the ever so present internet people who are much like me.  We feel good sitting at our computers because they do not give us more then we can bare.  If we do not like what we are seeing we can go elsewhere in one click of our little mousy mice.

I am talking to you; the things I am writing are the words within my mind.

You are very nice, very sweet, someone I have met but have not seen in fleshly form.  If I were to describe you I would have to describe you from the inside, not from a visual perspective. I could not tell you your hair color or eye color. I could not tell you how short or tall you are or if you had a limp or wore your clothes like an old hippy.

All I could say is that you have given me a piece of sunshine.  I think your eyes are sparkling and they pierce my heartstrings.  I would like to be with you and talk to you face to face but I know that would take some planning.

If you were here I would take your hand and look deeply into your eyes.

You would notice that my smile was sincere. You may look down a little because you don't exactly know what to do with me but you would only look down for a short time because you are beautiful of heart and your strength is the dream which will slowly unfold to save a lonely soul like myself.

There is no bidding that will interrupt the bonding of hearts that come together in friendship.  If time goes by and all we are is what we see, then let the goodness of our spirits flow around the aura of our beings.

I perpetuate to you that I am who I am in the name of the Father and His son, and the holy spirit of our breath.

Life is too short to hold back, with age comes a definite wisdom.  We cannot live more than a half century in this life and not have learned a little.

I bequeath to you a love that is true. The love of a friend is more important than the attraction of flesh

 

By: JvS aka Gilda Schaal Ó 2005 All Rights Reserved

Posted by jillschaal at 4:08 PM EDT
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