Tomorrow’s Not Good for Me
April 24, 2012 § 2 Comments
Thinking about Herself doesn’t elicit what it used to. Sometimes it elicits nothing at all. I don’t like it. I could always count on feeling something and having something to say about it. Frustration was the inspiration of my reluctant muse. Now…I have difficulty conjuring her face. She’s gone but I still look for her. I need nothing from her. I don’t even ask the questions anymore. She was the face of what I wanted, though it was only a mask I had put on her. I wonder what she looks like without it, but it will only be when I stop wondering–when I stop caring–that I will know. It will be the time I look at her without wishing things had been different between us, the time I’m not even looking for her. As clinically cautious as I can be with these words, were I to see her tomorrow I would have no control over what I might say. Tomorrow’s not good for me. I’m just not inspired.
I love this! It all makes so much sense to me! You express yourself so clearly…you have really good vision too: “She was the face of what I wanted, though it was only a mask I had put on her. I wonder what she looks like without it…” I can relate to what you’re saying…thanks again for another inspiring post (even if you’re not inspired yourself…).
Wow, I’ve had “likes,” but never a “love”! You’ve made my day, Laura!