Posted by Susan47 on December 22, 2005, at 14:34:12
In reply to Enough, posted by ClearSkies on December 22, 2005, at 8:19:52
Hmmm. It's never enough till the fat lady sings.
What does that mean, anyway? Do you know what that means?
Enough already.
Enough, enough, enough.
I've had enough.
Leave me alone.
Go away.Last night I saw his face so clearly, I saw details etched in the beautiful lines of his face; details that might not exist. His face is so fabulous, it's alive and the eyes are large and beautifully brown, and intelligent, his face is intelligent.
His most endearing feature. Was it real? Did I make it up out of the beauty in my own head? Do I have that kind of power?
Does anyone?
Does love? Is it love that makes this face real to me, is it love that lights the features I see reflected in my mind, features as real as any dream, any nightmare, more real than any fantasy. I think his face is real. I think he exists. He does. He is. But not for me.
But I can dream.
I have my mind, I have what's in my head,
I have memories I can pull forth, a look here, a glance there, a word, a longer, more loving, gentle look ...
I can pull these from the fragments that were my reality, in a time when I was more comforted.
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