and so it seems.

(written march 15th, 2004)

I would like to alphabetically list all of my most favorite places [some that are a little trite, others awfully or awkwardlly unknown] in new york but i cannot bare to recite the alphabet any longer today so instead i will tell you that between the hours of 7:25 (new york) and 8:50am (chicago) I must have seen what appears to be or what almost feels like heaven, or at least a divine intervention. an eternity of aqua on blue on royal and lingering somewhere above- a silver half moon that i only slightly had to tilt my head forward to appreciate. Now then, I believe, only hours ago, I encountered a gentlemen whose name I will tell you has left me but you will know the real reason I wish to disclose his identity is because it is not necessary, at this junction of my letter. What is important is that with fairly darker features, a more defined slouch, a lighter frame, and a couple of inches shorter [and quite understandably, a more social personality] this fellow is only decimals away from a certain gentleperson I’ve been known to have once dated. I noticed his company in the company of friends but I cannot really ttell you why, five or so hours later, he is still sticking out in my mind. But however mad he might be [it is certifiably questionable considering I have yet to divulge in real conversation] he assurely does not seem capable of the less-than-gentlemen like qualities I had come to know and loathe by way of the man I once [young and unsure] wanted to someday take my hand. Yet, he seems to have almost the same bit of unnerving genius and brooding temprement. And now, high above sea-level staring straight onto the aqua on blue on royal stratosphere, I question whether or not it ‘s irony, that the one person I may have found on that island worthy of getting to know, I meet on the eve on my departure? I’m sure God [if indeed you are involved in this at all and I question your merit as a figure-player] just has a good laugh at our misfortunes, or, er.. misoppurtunities. But I shall never know or cannot conclude until I again find myself among his company when I finally decide to return. For now, I just wait anticipating we’ll-never-knows and what-ifs in my on-coming days, weeks, months in chicago.

I hope to at least make it off of the plane.