stride

the beauty of unsaid words.
they can be more truthful than anything spoken.

what have i left unsaid? much. many. lots.
and the fact that content has been omitted keeps you in the dark. it even keeps you in the dark to the reality that you're in the dark at all. i'm going to let you in on a little secret. i won't say much, just enough to elude to something. to make you aware that there IS a story you've been unaware of. and eventhough you'll remain unaware of what that story is, and how it has effected me, you'll at least be aware that one exists...

today i came across an article about a man. a man i'd once loved and lost, and in the process lost myself.

there was a thursday night early last summer. i went to laney's as usual. the girls were still fairly new to me, and i was fairly new to them. i remember sitting there, choking on my heart, and as she turned to me to ask "how are you?" i started to cry and my story poured out of me. these girls, who were in many ways still strangers to me, were so warm and compassionate, and for me that conversation opened a new dimension to our relationship.

and really, i can't divulge this story without paying tribute to my faithful friend who let me move in with her inspite all the extra baggage.

and my other faithful friend who has traded my yoke for his.

you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
for any spirit to haunt