When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Friday, November 28, 2003
I conversed with J last night. It's been a long while since we've found time to talk, and share things that are happening in our lives right now.
Wasn't feeling too well, not feeling too well still. The words we exchanged kinda slipped outta my memory. My only recollection lies in one word: flee.
Flee. Flea, fly, mosquito. Flee.
What am I supposed to flee from? I can well look at the message history, but do I want to?
Flee. It sound good last night. To flee in the face of adversity. To escape, to run, to fly away.
Now that's silly. Why should I flee from anything, or anyone?
The queen is wistful, ailing, and increasingly frail.
The alcohol from so many nights past? I don't think so. But I so feel like my dying hamster, each step taking a tremendous effort; each slight movement, an excruciating pain.
Nah, not so serious la.
But I do feel weak, reminiscent of the times I got in and outta hospital, when each heart beat thuds like thunder, when standing up results in vertigo, when the stomach finds food most revolting and undesirable.
I haven't felt like this for a long time. And I don't think it portends any sickness that calls for a doc. It's just general unwellness, malaise, and I don't know how or why it comes about every once in a while.
