Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane"
The end has come. What crippling and abuse I've done to my scabrous wings is going to be rectified; a self-purification, an internal jihad of my cancers.
I can live vicariously through Julian - he can do and say all the things that I would say to people were I crueler than I am.
I should work on that - get back in practice so to speak.
The reassurance of true friends in this jabbering piece of self-centric writing being something others would actually enjoy has spurred me on.
The cancers are gone; only the beautiful and the healthy around me. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, maybe it's because I don't want you to.
Ever think about that?
My rebirth and return to self happens tomorrow. It has to.
-M
