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  Monday, Mar 24, 2008 5:55AM / Standard Entry / Members only
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  so they leave . on wings of steel and a plastic meal

  buckled safely . emotions defying gravity

  mileage rolling high , head swung ,low in sigh

  a few songs play on loop in my mind as the clock slowly creeps its way into the dawn where a hint of citrus orange tries to spill light into the grey  .

  songs: leaving on a jetplane by mazzy star

  make it with you by olivia

  somebody by depeche mode (the lyrics say it all!)

  fix you by coldplay

  kids grew up with fairy tales and story books . my mom used to read me songs from my dad's guitar chord books (which earns me a badge for being an old soul.i know them all) so yes ,leaving on a jetplane was a song in the book that always spoke to me . it made my little fragile innocent heart shudder in fear for someone leaving me and the oceans coming  between us to drown out our love (which reminds me of another song , ben lee's birthday song ..lyrics go .."there's an ocean between us, just like me , deep and blue", )

   strangely enough ,its been my anthem ever since . and sealed my sorry fate for long distance relationships and falling , falling deeply for the one....the one who's always in transit ...

  so i sit here , in my room , trying to digest the weekend that has fast whizzed by me , flashes of moments manifesting before me like a fire dancer fast with fiery feisty fury .

  would it illuminate or scorch? perhaps i'd never quite know .

  but i do thank the weekend "doctor" who nursed me back into health with his tender loving care and divine attention ,for the secret glances and stairway doses of tongue tingling meds, for inspiring me with his striking stories ,accolades, travels and philosophies ...

  you are my luminary .

  and we're more similar than you'd ever like to believe.

  ~22.24.50.34~

   

  

   

  a luminary who featured for a week,
  a soul i rented while so meek .
  for now a vacant lullaby,
  to which alone i must get by.
  the curtains drawn,
  a memory worn.
  silenced smile i'll wear a while

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