just like in june

paint chips and cracks, and words seem to lose meaning, power, as the years go by. i want to write about this feeling that i have, but i’m not sure where to begin. it’s soft and hard, happy and sad, it’s a longing in my heart to say and do things that i’ve thought of a thousand times but never had the chance or oppurtunity. it’s a wedding in a graveyard, and oldman eating alone in a busy weekend pub… it’s a lost dog wandering by the highway, it’s a flower that blooms only once and then is wiped out from exsistance. happy smiles and well wishes, touches and kisses, love that lights the way with blinding warmth, this feeling is everything and nothing and it makes me laugh.  laugh aloud, i laugh alone in the silence, in the night, while the trees and bushes beat shadows against the wall i think of living for something other than the feeling…. but i don’t know where to start.

eric w. desselle