Random Tidbits, Volume 1

For my future son, Tozier.

Ever since I first picked up Stephen King's novel IT, it has had a special place in my, albeit limited, reading collection. Although I may be sacrificing the truth in some ways, I think that if I was any character from that lore, it would be Richie. I have always liked his name. As a matter of fact, my paternal grandfather's name was Richard. I never met him, and the name is so common that coincidence is all it is, surely, but I feel called to say something about it, regardless.

When I finally do find a love of my life and have children, there is no guarantee what name will be agreed upon, or even the gender as such. But I will always have a special place in my heart for that suggestion.

If you ever exist, be you a boy named Tozier or boy named otherwise or a girl, I just want you to know that you are one of those people who is everything to me. I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much. I love you.

Waiting for You

I sit there and wait for you. I imagined you walking through that door; there for me. I imagine all the fear I have working out to the beat of a song. I feel that the gift of life, for once, has played out like a movie, and for once I feel.

We make love, and everything is all right.

For once...it is all right.

Our Shadows: We, In The Eyes Of Light

You know what? The shadows that we cast in light...those shadows are, in effect, us. Us as the light shows love for us. Shadows...our shadows are we. Are love. Are light. Love is found even in the darkest night.

Pulled Tall By The Tethers Of Love

The daughter that has become the mother. That age old cycle has come back anew. The mother that was to her, that young daughter, shines through. As a statue; a testament; a dimeless purveyor of unending, undying love.

No dime, perhaps, but the one we drop. Drop for a glimpse of that old love. Always past, but never gone.

As The Music Plays

As the music plays, I watch your face--waiting for the connection. The connection that comes as your gaze matches mine, and you smile and wave in return.

...A Side Note...

As the wrecking ball drives through, I hulk through, and remember one thing: that this city of ours...this city of ours, we built...we built..together.

03/08/2022

When I Die

They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. As I came to think of it again, I thought: I don't really care about that. What I really want to see are my loved ones, arresting my visions with their pure and unquestioned visages. Even with those we love--at least, in my experience--negative thoughts can resurface again and again; evidence of some trauma picked up long ago and never dropped.

It is in the space between the mind, heart, and soul where such a vision would appear. After all, the Universe is one without us, is it not? We are guests in its spaces, but surely we are still separate from it?

It is by that suggestion that I elaborate further on my point, whether any of it is true or not.

Memory

Because memories are secondary to original programming and software, there is no telling how long they will last beyond descruction of the whole of our Earthly--Universe-ly--Life-ly--beings. So live those memories, now, and with all the love and care you can muster. Because now is not guaranteed, and neither is when.