pell - mell & colic

I could write I guess, but credits go to those who make me feel enough
to be able to do so.

You just wonder about the unerring sense of it all. Most of us are
looking for a place to belong. Somewhere where we matter and where our
existence counts.

It's funny how it all clicks into place one day. The geek gets it all.
When the woman wants a man of substance and realizes how superficial all
of the run around is. When she's has gotten so hurt and mangled she's
learned about life and the unmitigated thorn forest it is. She finally
gets it. Looks at you with kinder eyes. Listens to what you have to say
and finds out that she's in touch with what you have to say and how you
view life. What holds value. Of permanence and love that quakes the
earth. Of truth and of souls. Of the need to dispense with the masks and
know.

Finally in the geeks arms. Then in his bespectacled glory he thinks. Yes
finally. Then looks again at the mangled soul beside him and shakes his
head. Why? Why can't the choosing be when it could be a positive
discovery while emerging from the shell of innocence. Love amongst the
ashes, amid the lake of tears and despair. Still love. A shake of the
head and a hidden tear. Yes finally after all.