Jan 27, 2006

All my carefully arrayed logic went out the window today. I woke and missed IB. The loss felt physical, a howling knot of pain that threatened to splay my ribs like a Ridley Scott alien.

Cliches crowded my head. Of absence and hearts. Of setting things free.

And then Joni Mitchell's voice sailed through the sadness.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It’s the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free

I wouldn't clip his wings, nor mine. If sour mornings are the price, so be it.

Really, I hate mornings anyway, so rock-bottom isn't that far a fall before noon...

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