Tuesday, March 10, 2009

How do you feel when you meet someone and he takes you to places you have only imagined? it's in your imagination again. But it seems more real. Yet it gets uneasy. i don't think like that. I am just ...maybe...but there are other things too. Or have I been thinking too much about reality? And then I haven't heard from him. It's another him. Another one who keeps me wondering about things. Maybe it was a mistake. It's not a prudent thing to do. but again those were my thoughts. And I wanted, I still want but have been letting go of hope that maybe he would see. Let's not go there. I was saying, that How do you know when you are actually thinking of something else and you can only see from the corner of your eye. You know that maybe you should pay attention. But then.... what were those words of Mark Twain I heard today? It's not what you don't know that is what is the most dangerous but that what you know for sure. So I'd rather lie in ignorance, dreaming ignorance is bliss. But damnit, Alison why did you have to be such a curious being? Look what you have done. You turned in the direction to get a better look, and see what happened. You have to go closer to see better. And now I want to touch. What material is it? Is it smooth? Is it carved? Is that the actual shape or is is just this glass there that makes it look like that. I need to touch. But no! I'm in a room. It's full of exhibits! But then what if they are not meant only to be looked at. There must have been reason why i was compelled to at least look. And then that sound saying that I need to have a better look. And now the need to touch. I need to go back and see if you have changed shape. I know they have removed certain parts around you. Does that make me see you differently? Maybe there was something obstructing your view. Wondering if it has been removed. But wait let it be. I don't want it removed. Or maybe it has to be. Help...I don't know what I want. Will you help me? I know it won't happen. I don't want them to.

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