Where You Can’t Follow

Still kind of drained. Still working with the shyster reenlistment guy. Still trying to PCS in Feb. Still hating this unit.

Atlas Shrugged may in fact have some of the most brilliantly Romantic writing in it. EVAR. Yeah, Ever with an A.

I keep trying to wake up at 0400 to transcribe and make phone calls, but I'm so drained as of late, I wake up but then cannot force myself out of bed. I'll try again tonight.

For a moment today, my Loneliness became my loneliness and tried to swallow me. I didn't let it. I ignored it's cold company and wrapped my arms around Solitude and One.

I've started yet ANOTHER paper journal as the one from the beginning of this tour got lost/destroyed. Well... it melted so half of it got lost and the other half got destroyed. It was cursed anyways. Every time I mailed a letter with it, they never got there. Spooky huh?
Not much else to say... But, I'm tired and mostly drug free...

SO....FREE WRITE!!!!


He never understood her perception of him. Of them. Every touch, every look, every time the world stopped and exploded, it was never the same for them both. A temple built upon the principles of Lust sat in the distance but he never entered. Only stared at it in wonder. And while she worshiped, he sat in stony silence, weeping at his loss of words. "This has never happened to me before. Never have I not been able to express what is in my mind or in my Heart.", He said. She smiled her smile and grasped his hand. Looking into his eyes, she spoke, "Worry not Lover, You need no words to feel this. To feel Me. Come and worship at my temple."

He followed her silently wondering if ever he could speak what he was thinking. If he couldn't say anything, then damn it all, he'd give her Everything. She looked into his eyes and said, "This will burn us out." He thought, "No Angel, this will keep us warm".

He knew that he would have bargained with the Devil for just one more day, one more time of seeing her sleeping face. One more day of greeting her at the door with a flower. Just one more day of keeping her safe, keeping her happy. Just one more day. One more lifetime. No touch ever the same, no kiss more cherished or special. No time ever wasted. No two ever so lucky. And never would be again.

And after it all, a thousand miles away, weeping sand and glass, a bitter harvest in his mind, he looked in his secret pocket and saw a frozen flame. Burning forever motionless. His to hold. His to Protect. His to cherish.
He looked West and spoke, "You have Everything, You have taken it. And what you do or have done with it, is only for you to know." He pocketed his treasure, his paradise lost, and walked into the long, dark night.