splendidly my love

a prechorus and chorus, rough hewn and without tune:

i've got half a mind to tell you
most whole heartedly
you're full of the right stuff
when you find your toes
lined across that mighty leaping ledge
and your gentle soul is with you at the edge
you've got the courage, but in case you need a shove


keep your eyes fixed
straight in front of you
but keep a good eye just above
hold your head up high 
while you're whisperin by
you'll do splendidly my love

i start these words at 2:14 am

my mind is restless, and it stirs; a whirlwind of chaos. structured, ruthless, truthful-- filled with the hopeless fervor of youth, yet battered by the honest realities that bitter my soul. i do not dignify valentine's day by mentioning it further and this post is no more inspired by the fraudulent holiday than my flagrant decision to forgo the usage of the shift key is rooted in a logical foundation. both are but a whim. a coincidence has found my mind set on the subject of romance at the darkest hours of this morning and my sleepless mind does not put in check the notions that lie herein.  

so be ye warned. nothing good will come of this, save that the truth was etched on this obscure corner of an electronic tangle. and my weary fingers may tire themselves out so that my mind might follow them to sleep. or the yellings of my mind would tire out its voice.

to put things bluntly, my romantic expedition has traveled one straight and boring path that can be described shortly. i like a girl. yet she does not like me. one hardly needs to bring mathematics into this unorganized fiasco to understand that if a very specific set of criteria are set forth, only a small number of the general population will fulfill those criteria. and i have set forth a very specific set of criteria. a plague, then, it is; to know exactly what you want and precisely how unlikely the discovery of that thing is. even the good book would give a nod to this "a wife of noble character who can find? she is worth far more than rubies."

it is for this reason that i resign myself to traveling this path alone for what might be the entirety of the journey. and there might be those who would construe this as the death of hope inside my soul. and those do not know me. they are liars if they claim to. but i would not break myself to break the mold of this path that is set out. i will not become that which i do not wish to be in order to gain that which i wish to have.

so it is that my only wish is to find contentedness in this lot. most days it settles on my shoulders but this night it wisps away just as my sleep escapes me. so i will go to search for both.

I am writing a short story.

I don't want to post it until I finish it...if i ever do.

It's another science fiction piece entitled "Carrying Capacity" for the time being.

Cheers.

d:- D

Solomon's Well

every time my car starts