I’m hurting a bit. It’s seeing what is meaningful to me and being separate from it. It causes my soul to ache, and it depresses my heart. Yes, it is a longing, to be with what is right for me. And I could at once distract myself with sex, or video games. But, it’s this that runs below the surface as the cause. I love that woman. That is all. That is enough. She is sacred, and she can stay there. To undertake the practicalities of life at this moment seems so irrelevant. It would be like an ambulance with a dying woman in it stopping so the driver could inspect the paint job. What’s important is so obvious in that moment, the other things couldn’t matter less. I’ve been writing prolifically for about 10 years now. And the relationship has altered me in many ways. But it seems still strange that it is and has been confined to me alone. And that the outer world knows nothing of these connections.
Courage to Think