From burning bridges to the silence within...
So the past few days have been rather eventful in several senses. The path that my career will take is already being twisted.
Dealt with a rather bitchy woman in the faculty of religious studies then - all within the same day - met with all these other women who were magnificent and gracious - without doubt the many faces of the Goddess from Crone to Mother to sweet sweet Virgin.
Then last night, while chatting with a friend at work (AZ) a somewhat long lost desire was re-kindled. He glanced at me then my hands and told me so much of myself that none else has taken the time to notice or uncover...it was as though I was in the presence of some great fortune teller of sorts... He made me realize that lately I was all too willing to sell my self cheaply.
And so now I go from the desire to just have any old relationship just for the sake of having one and gaining the experience/knowledge that comes from it to te desire to truly meet someone who understands me - who will take the time to see beneath the multiple layers of my personality - to see behind the plastic smiles and bright eyes and into the true depths which will be made truly happy only by his presence.
Of course, I want to be his, belong to him, to understand him as he does me - to have a love that has matured beyond kisses and hugs.
Ahhh shall I confront the reality of it? And see that in all the 10% of Montreal (if so much) that's gay there may be a mere few to fill the role it any at all...or shall I dwell upon the moon's beams and send sweet kisses to the stars that they may return to me thier kindness?
