i feel exuberant. i've just come home from an evening movie with my gentlmen boys. i've just been to see Peter Pan. the stories interpretted on screen are too close to something i hide and i can't put into words what whirling things fly flittingly ((or maybe i mean fleetingly? who knows.. perhaps and all)).
all i know is that i long to deliver my kiss to the one to whom it belongs. i am a child. i am all wide eyes and sudden gasps. i am delighted and spry inside my creaking knees and heartsick nature. i am.. "old, alone and done for"... am i not?
MEANWHILE: there is a present resting at the end of my bed. a present which i'm telling myself i cannot open until i've successfully wrapped and delivered the one(s) i have to give over. but i'm terrible at this part in the play. what shall i do?! ((nail-biting ensues))
1:22 a.m. - 2003-12-26
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