tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185308295959928760.post6053289081812628367..comments2023-11-03T02:05:11.205-07:00Comments on Calisto's Attic: Her HomeworkCalisto-Demonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707050762369620458noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185308295959928760.post-46131953886969891882007-08-27T03:54:00.000-07:002007-08-27T03:54:00.000-07:00Sometimes I hear in colour, at times I see the mus...Sometimes I hear in colour, at times I see the music in a riot of notes, plucked strings, bent airwaves. And when you speak to me, it all comes together in a mad symphony that pours through my fingers, just as my heart bleeds for you every moment. <BR/>There are days when the frustration of not being able to touch you, grates like a file deep upon this weathered soul. I squint hard to capture every plane of your beautiful face, each movement of your lips as it presents itself within the confines of this tiny window. I struggle to catch every nuance of your voice, the timbre of your soft laugh as, amidst the jargle of crackles, hisses and pops. I yearn to hold your hand and walk down the street, proud to have you by my side for the world to see. <BR/>Anxiety and longing control my moods sometimes. Happiness and love always pulls me through. Thank you for being you.<BR/>With all my love<BR/>~DirkD'jierke (The One)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08016342853292330470noreply@blogger.com