Oh St. Lucy I can’t find the place where I need to be,
Oh St. Lucy lend your eyes to me.
The stereo is talking right to me again. D says that it’s my Saturn Return.
Tell me how far will fate get me….
I guess that means that for the next 2 years I’m supposed to be going through a growth period where I basically ditch my past and embark on a new life. According to the websites this is where I either abandon my current career all together, or shift my focus in it. I used to have this problem where I wanted to do everything and couldn’t make up my mind. Now I’ve been doing the same thing so long I can’t imagine myself doing anything else. I don’t like this feeling. There are also supposed to be old habits that I finally break especially with regard to relationships. Gracias a Dios. Maybe that means I’ll finally be able to find the courage to take action and not let this one get away.
Tangled up and blue…
Maybe. H is in town. Rare. She asked if we could go out for coffee or something tonight after her yoga class. She’s been here almost a whole week and I haven’t really seen her much at all yet… and it’s only 3 more weeks until she leaves again.
You belong among the wildflowers… you belong somewhere you feel free.
E is pissed off because I’ve been talking about H for months now and still haven’t brought her around to meet E&M. I tried using the excuse that H and I don’t get much time just the two of us, but E is not satisfied with that response. We are having beers in a few minutes. Yes, prior to coffee with H.
All the angels that I love don’t hang out above, they come down to deliver… and they deliver me… and it’s the ones down here in the mess of life learning to fly…
She’s like the scene that you want to take a picture of, but you just know that it won’t be the same in the photo. When she’s gone, remembering is like looking at the picture. Even though you’re the one that took it, you can’t quite get yourself back to that place and feel how you felt when you were standing there. There’s something entirely non-aesthetic that is so striking. Memories just won’t do. She has to be here. So rare.
Time is a jet plane it moves too fast… and oh what a shame that we can’t make it last.
