Oh dear, dear!
We perambulate carefully, wisely take substances, and remember a particular state that we call grace; though finding that perhaps we have to appear normal, and do all things in moderation, or in fact as much as we wish to; fight the looks and wishes of others to wear the hat of Montague.
Do you know what I talk about dear? I love the cavalier, disassociated nerdy computer geek academic. He has so few friends, and then invited one person over, maybe another friend; I mean how many are there?
So yes, how could I possibly get so wound-up. Of course, it’s been 2 years now. We met around Armageddon supposedly, so that’s 31st December 2012. It’s been nearly 2 years. Does it feel like more to you? Have you any idea what all this signifies for us, for you? It has been pretty major stuff. Quite hassly and quite extreme and a turn-on. A turn-on of passion, of absence and desire. And now to the compassing of the resultant; a fair and demure likeing of life; a companionship with gentle disguise and folly. Utter undoing of preconceptions of sophistication that you went about hating anyway.
And us? Still the same funny companions. Very much love and no real prospects of meeting; maybe ambling over to the sofa and the pouring-in of the light, and the coffee, the cigarette; the folly of herbal medicines; highness for what?
To know you are somewhere, somewhere good. Somewhere loved. Somewhere at peace with yourself, somehow waiting, raising, flying, happy; as I am too.
Esteban, ya te vienes! 