Maybe Unexpected

[skyisacanvas]

He laid what was left, from his backpack, from his life, he laid it out there, on the railroad tracks, he was tired of traveling, aimless and penniless, sick and bruised, he was tired of his dreamless sleepless nights; he wanted dreams again, he dreamt of this before but what he had really wanted all along was just to sleep, because dreaming is

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[dganin]

It's funny and a coincedence that you write this poem now. I'll explain. Last week, I looked up on the Internet and found a girl from my college days whom I had a devastating life long crush on, and today, after much consedaration - I typed her a letter. Yes, we were also friends. I can't write her an e-mail, because it's not posted on the page, but a paper letter. (Can you imagine a paper letter in our aga?) Anyway, for a second as I typed I felt a sense of amazing freedom from all I know, maybe thus "laid it on the rail-road tracks all that is left of life". Now I have second thoughts about a return to a time long ago past and sending this letter even though it's meant just to catch up on some time of friends apart. Well, so I had to share with someone, and your poem is written beautifully, and expresses many feelings. Okay, I'll go drink my wine now, and maybe post the letter in my journal instead of trying to change the past.

[skyisacanvas]

Daniel, I think you're the favorite character I have ever met and I haven't even met you.

I didn't put you in my story, though, and almost everyone else is in there. Do you have any ideas of how you and Abe could interact? I feel like, if I don't put you in this story, you'll have to have a story of your own. With your consent, of course. Without your consent, or blessing, or whatever, I guess I'd have to be a bit more creative in disguising the character. Not a biography, but a spin off, your idiosynchricies and such, half fiction, maybe.

That letter of yours sounds romantic. In the literary sense, I mean. Maybe in the literal sense. I'd love to see it typed out, and I hope it goes over well.

I have written of something that relates to it more than this piece does: http://skyisacanvas.livejournal.com/45502.html - not to whore my prose out, it just made me think of it.

Enjoy the wine.

[dganin]

Yes, I do feel like I am in a shell. If only writing can liberate me from myself, as it once did.