Sunday, June 26, 2005
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Limber - yet out on a limb...
Here I am in Manhattan wondering how such a lovely soul as I could be this impossibly alone.
Part of it is that I need to be this alone, part of it is that no one needs me...except in thought. Everybody knows they can count on me for a kind thought. But to engage in something deeper than a report from one world to another is somehow not allowed in my active world, as if my pursuit of intimacy rendered a theory too good to be put into actual play.
All my relationships are in order. Harmony prevails. No one can say that John SaveLove is not who he is. But who I am is too solely a function of me for me to be anyone at this point. That's why I'm sitting here suddenly writing a debut blog instead of doing anything that pertains to the life already in progress at www.savlove.com. I've evolved into the next hinterland, and here I hang, always humoring myself, ever attuned to sav mojo groove.
Part of it is that I need to be this alone, part of it is that no one needs me...except in thought. Everybody knows they can count on me for a kind thought. But to engage in something deeper than a report from one world to another is somehow not allowed in my active world, as if my pursuit of intimacy rendered a theory too good to be put into actual play.
All my relationships are in order. Harmony prevails. No one can say that John SaveLove is not who he is. But who I am is too solely a function of me for me to be anyone at this point. That's why I'm sitting here suddenly writing a debut blog instead of doing anything that pertains to the life already in progress at www.savlove.com. I've evolved into the next hinterland, and here I hang, always humoring myself, ever attuned to sav mojo groove.
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