The Shadowlit Realms
| Labyrinth of the Mind |
To J.D. With LoveI have rediscovered an old lover, and my whole body ached with anticipation while my mind flew back to our stolen movements of the past, how I yearned once more to get my hands upon you, now that we were faced with each other again. Never before have you failed me, you were always there, in your cold, distant, aloofness which shudders through my soul and speaks of unspeakable, undefinable depths. Whatever others may say. I know there are those that fail to understand, that look at your through harsh judging eyes, and do not realize the beauty, cannot touch it or imagine it, fail to be moved into your world, but you are mine, and have always been, we share in something, we understand each other.
Yes! I recall when we first met, in the days of my early youth, when then you were a strange, a great unknown force. It was of course The Catcher in the Rye are first unforgettable encounter. Holden captured me, he emersed himself within my blood, I was fascinated with him. I was Holden, he was me, we were united by a sacred bond. I eagerly devoured him as I trembled through the pages to unveil all those hidden depths. We were both two lost souls, who were not meant for this world, how I needed him then, and you, you gave him to me. It still lingerers, how I could never forget those first defining moments that would fate us together. But alas for a time we had come to part from each other, you slipped through my fingertips, when by luck, by hope, by destiny I found you again, and I craved more of you, I took all which I could lay my hands upon, and you gave to me Seymour. Oh Seymour, how he moves within me, captivating, unescapable, that beautiful cold bitterness, that lustful cynicism. I readily, eagerly, took Seymour in. He would haunt me more then once through the pages and how I longed for it, how it touched the depths of me. He is my tragic hero, and we both need him, he linked us together again, in an unbreakable union. There are countless other shades which you have brought to life, to slip through my blood stream, to fill my anticipation, to move me beyond myself. I drink them all in, I become drunk upon them, they touch me, reach inside of me, in many ways, they are me. Yes! It is true, I feel as if I could be one of your creations. Every more, I become as they are, and identify with them. Never once have I smoked in my life, nor ever had the least desire to do so, and never intend to start now, but in the depths of the back of my mind, there I sit, a throw back from the 40's smoking french cigarettes, with a terse smile, and brittle laugh, bursting with cruel insincerity while watching the world through beautiful jaded eyes. You will never be forgotten, even once I have had all from you there is to have, you will still live within me, pulse throughout me, have a lingering place within my subconscious mind, move me, and tingle through my blood. Because we understand each other you and I. 2:00 PM - 6/25/2009 - post comment
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