no, it is not a rarity that i sign life in blood!
constancy is the rarity, every thing else changes!
i see you differently these days, and it is not that the rare specimen of your being has changed, it is my seeing that has changed. not that i look at things and you any differently, just my perception has changed, evolved and been re-filtered through wonders of what i can possibly only call unknowledge.
so, it is not every day that Immanuel appears in my life and that i take him for a spin. he bores me!
you, it is different. but given a chance, even you would bore me... would you?
see, i just do not have a mind for this now. i do not have a mind for you now. i have no mind and no feelings and have wondered if it is because they are married or because they have divorced.
last week i sat with her around a cup of tea. she had a belly ache, i was frustrated and bored at the same time. i was impatient. she is strong, and we are the two ethereal beings of vulnerability and imperfection and our wrath may differ in expression, it is much too similar in its effect. our wrath destroys.
will i sign my next story in blood?
will you read it?
that smile was all that i needed.
