URNotAlone

Between the Hours of Signal and Noise...

October 22nd, 2007 11:30 pm MDT

All things good are fleeting in the sea of the night.

Was all dressed up, with no available date.  Sat at the bar with a lipstick stained wine glass, restlessly crossing and recrossing my legs, my fur coat accidentally slid to the floor, a strap of my dress drifted off my shoulder.  Not a gentle woman in sight to get it for me, or offer a drink.  The lonely echo of high heels as I returned to the car, a dark highway home with my hair blowing and catching in my necklace and mascara.  Behind my knee, the blue hour whispered as a lost ghost, dancing out singing softly into the evenings deep. 

I looked at my hands in this colorless light, and thought of a smooth stone I held as a child, my fingertips tracing the lips of my first love, my best friends' hair I caressed as she lay close to death.

A story we know so well, a story left unread bound in our secret.

All of us meet with momentary touches between the wires, real, then dissolving into the dark and rain of our life during the day.  May we all find a touch, and then another in the noise.

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Thank you again for everyone's wonderful comments, and I wish you all a fun and safe Halloween!

Merci,

Flore