Just like so many actual loves, you may look back one day only to realize all trace of your digital love has disappeared. When real life love dries up, you can often find some kind of solace in the correspondance you shared with your inamorata when the flame of your love burned brightest. Even the beautiful sexy messages of a porn bot may be lost with time. When she is marked as spam or banned from Facebook, the poetic webcam offers from your favorite porn bot may be lost to you forever. The beautiful words of your love may be replaced with the dreaded phrase, "This message is no longer available because it was identified as abusive or marked as spam," which might be the coldest break-up note a man can receive.
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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