Touch me and then turn away
And put your hands into the flame
Tell me if you feel this pain
Cause I don’t want to be a ball and chain, no…
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.
Have you ever had one of those moments where shows like Big Bang Theory make you wonder if, at any moment in your life, your future self will randomly show up in your living room because time travel has been invented in the future and you’re about to make a really stupid mistake?
Granted, I’m not sure what kind of mistake you’d be making in your living room alone on a Saturday night… but bear with me.
Continue reading “Confession .60. The Meantime”
I’m trying not to take too much
I’m in over my head
Over love, oh I over trust
Give me the chance to pick up the pieces You left me in
Why did I let You in?
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
Yep. Welcome to my morning…
Continue reading “Confession .59. Kairosclerosis”
If I told You this was only gonna hurt
If I warned You that the fire’s gonna burn
Would You walk in? Would You let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love…
So, in typical Tivi fashion… I am only useful to a friend of mine months after she needs it. *Laughs*
I’m going to tell you the story of how I met Master… because it kinda makes me giggle… and because as we go into 2017, rather than focusing on all of the shit that’s happened in 2016, I’d like to focus a bit on what made the end of my 2016 bearable.
And that’s two particular people in my life: Master, and Nova.
Some time ago, Nova was writing an article for an SL publication that I won’t name… cause I don’t feel like advertising them. *Laughs* Those of you that are Facebook friends with us both might know the mag I’m talking about, because Nova put out on her Facebook looking for success stories from people who had met their significant others on AvMatch. Yes, AvMatch is exactly what it sounds like… the eHarmony/Match.Com of Second Life.
Continue reading “Confession .58. Would You Fall In The Name Of Love?”