December 17, 2003

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  all this in the heat of july. old journal entries are sometimes better than new ones.
  

  
  The Sad Prince
  
  

  
  

                                                                                          -by twistedmister-
  

  
  

  July 24, 2003

  
  

  Only the embers remain to remind of the fire that past over so quickly that the grass was not touched brown. Yet between the blades, ashes fall grey by green, smoke left leaves a haze barely seen by the unwary eye in the freshness of spring.

  
  

  From such days and nights stories begin and these small deaths fertilize the life so many take for granted. a distant glimmer of blue can be easily overlooked and passed over as a commonplace object and true love has been spurned for lack of better timing. The need for magic has never been so desperate yet the unwillingness to believe has never been quite so earnest.

  
  

  She moves quietly on the street. People she passes look up startled at the person who passes them by. Her footstep is quiet but not hesitant. The darkness in her eyes in matched by the lightness and determination found in her step. She will come as your lover, but not as your friend. She carries your deepest secrets with her as she leaves, but with no backward glance. You may beg her to stay, command her to leave, and when she does depart, it is with security and ease. Her look is self assured, her laugh full and unhindered.

  
  

  He turns as she passes him by in the square. There are musicians banging out rhythms, their coffers begging for a dollar. He tries to pay her no attention; she is not beautiful or remarkable. Yet her presence cannot be but noted and he longs to ask her to stay. No courage there.

  
  

  They walk by, completely oblivious to the rest of us. We may watch but not participate, cannot ask them questions or wait to hear their answers. It is privileged company that they seek and in that company they are.

  
  

  It is not midnight, it is not early evening either. the trees sway in the quiet breeze and orion holds court in the sea above. They are gathered around a few plastic tables outside on the gravel patio. The stereo placed in the windowsill blares rhythms and blues while there are stories told and jokes exchanged.

  
  

  Bright obnoxious pink is not flattering on anyone.

  
  

  I was thinking about what you said the other night and I agree. I think that when I know that someone cares for me deeply I do or would do the same thing. I’m afraid I would shred their hearts simply to watch them bleed.

  
  

  She tried to look him in the eye, but the shadows barred them from view

  
  

  I know you do.

  
  

  -pause-
  

  
  

  Define open-minded.

  
  

  She could not progress from a certain train of thought, several characters refused to leave her side. It was not through lack of distraction or things to do. It simply appeared that maybe she had not sufficiently dealt with the issue at hand.

  
  

  To watch the days go by it cannot be stressed enough that it is not sufficient to simply watch them pass but to also completely partake in the inherent chaos.

  
  

   -pause-
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition, man is the only being who knows he is alone.
  Octavio paz

  
  

  The heart has its prisons that intelligence cannot unlock.
  Marcel jonhandleau
   

  
  

  I’ve never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down.
  Virgil Thomson

  
  

    -pause-

  
  

  for one single moment

  
  

  in time

  
  

  all immortals stopped

  
  

  to watch

  
  

  a soul purge itself

  
  

  upon

  
  

  the waiting watery

  
  

  depths

  
  

  below.

  
  

   

  
  

  The sleeping world awaited in unconscious anxiety for time to end and the bell to ring.

  
  

  In her head the dark wind howled about her as she pressed onward toward an uncertain destination. The struggles that loomed about her were as boundless and reckless as the tempest that raged about her and there appeared no end to the battle that she was engaged in. perhaps it showed, perhaps it did, for no one approached her as she sat in the over crowded studio. Surrounded by the prattle of her peers. Perhaps its showed in her eyes, dark and moody, glowing infinitesimally in the light of the crisp freshness of early fall.

  
  

  When played skillfully, even simple scales sound beautiful.
  

  
  

  -pause-
  

  
  

  The conclusion has hit me several times, that it is too hot to even make love.

  
  

  A very large part of quantum mechanics is the concept of spin
  And the men who came up with it took it to Lorenz a very famous physicist
  He looked at it and said it looks alright
  I guess you can publish it you’re young enough to ruin your lives
  Turned out they were right
  Turned out they were right
  So keep dreaming
  ~From em

  
  

  -pause-
  

  
  

  Feel your soul decay, each day you walk in
  Feel the essence die,
  Feel me leave
  You rest your soul to keep
  And I leave you
  Leave leave leave
  Absconded.
  Oh feel the heat rise.
  

  
  

  end.
  

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