excuses excuses excuses

[plural]

to those of you
who have left
messages on
my home phone
the 297 number
I owe you
a great apology
for I have completely
slacked off
on retrieving them

I have like 34 messages
and I couldn't
face em
but I will
record em all
tomorrow
and return them
as well

and to those
of you
who live
here
an
open invitation

I need a drink
probably
two or three or four
and
you are all welcome to join me

am thinking
Marcus's
Wednesday night
8pm

I will be the one
with the
knob creek
bourbon

as for
the rest of the world
my love and affections

Comments

Aye.

[zaiah.livejournal.com]

Whatever Gods there be that watch over you.. or me.. or maybe just the mathematical equations that bind the space between us all.. Be at Peace.

*sighs long and slow*

There is a feeling of expectancy.. of something afoot - and the tale woven by your thoughts and lives seems a testimony to the possibilities. I shudder to think of the time come, when having back what you want, there is nothing to say among us here.. that we lose the bright spots of mirth and laughter. Wrapped in my own world.. coming to read the words and preparations of the seperation and departure.. I am touched.. jarred from my monkey mind to a place where the world passes by, passively observing - content to know somewhere there is Peace for myself, if not happiness, and seeing the way love rips its way across your soul - in some way soothes me. There are others who feel so deeply, think so clearly, love so passionately, wait ever impatiently and grab a hold of love and lust and dreams with their teeth... daring, daring the world. Fuck. I am a mess..