to stop me in my tracks
to make me do a double-take.
I'm just looking for something that's original
that not only redefines
something about me,
but changes it.
I want to feel an almost pixie dust
sparklemagic fall on my being.
I want to be inspired.
I want to be inspired so that I,
in turn,
in return,
can produce something fresh.
(Don' t think that I demand something for nothing.)
What's innovative about the same routine?
What's revolutionary about a schedule?
Nothing but the revelation
that it's comforting to have.
It's comforting to know what's around the corner.
But, when will I able to predict something
bull-rushing at me,
Straight up splashing that ice cold
bucket of water on my awareness.
I just want awareness of something,
anything,
that moves me more than anything
else in the past couple of months.
Dear Intrigue,
This is a love letter. You're not returning my calls and I miss you. Without you, I fall into this weird pocket of unacceptable, almost suffocating mediocraty.
Please, consider my sweet words me throwing rocks at your metaphoric window.
I try to see you, find you, hiding between the sun's rays on a beautiful Fall day. I try to catch you as I look through the golden leaves and let the sun kiss my face. Sometimes you truly peer at me in the nature of the ordinary everyday.
Yet, it is wrong to ask you for a bigger statement? Am I wrong in thinking that I can find you bolder, stronger? Or, are you just playing hard to get? Is that how you make me appreciate you?
Whatever it is that's going on, I just want to say that this will be a life long love affair. Your mystery is something of which I absolutely cannot let go.
