FYatHYRio/ "IMY" pt. II
May. 7th, 2004 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Pain - [Gavin]--- Watching people do what they do, watching them come to grips with who and what they are and want to be. Even as unable to articulate it as i am (because i'm not them. I just know the feeling, not how they want to phrase it, and what their words mean to them... well, not most of them), it's... engrossing, to watch...
Ella Fitzgerald - [I've Got You Under My Skin]--- I don't know how to talk about that, really... i just love seeing people i know doing what they love, what fulfills them... and i've not gotten to see that, so much, recently. (A Perfect Circle - [The Hollow (Constantly Consuming Mix)]). Yeah, that's me, sometimes. Need continual input.
Take your fingers, and trail them along ther barest outside edge of who your friend is (because that's what you get, most of the time: that edge, that surface tension), and note the continual change of surface. Realise that, even in that superficial contact, there is the understanding of wants, and the landscape is... oily, slick, muddled, when they, themselves, don't know what they want. The deepest clarity, missed by the lack of immediacy... and that... being there, in contact, as the substance purifies, resolves, defines itself... (Vangelis - [Blush Response]). The closer the contact, then, the better it feels. Watching and registering, as the polluted sheen of fragmented, muddied uncertainty, is replaced my a different kind of clearer consideration of probability... Wrapping your nerves in thick layers of dustwebs, and disolving them, slowly, but surely... Their learning experience. Feeling someone pupate. Dis-location...
Hm. And then, there is the idea of the thing beneath the surface, the sleeper in the sand, and sea, awakening, rising to meet you, and it's alway you... It's always you... but it's other people you know, too... and you strive to share that, and collect that, together, to know each other, on the surface, and maybe slightly below, or intrinsically, if you need to know their wires, feathers, synapse pulse signal to noise. (Death In Vegas - [Twist And Crawl]). Then however much, is never enough, and that's the point.. The continual knowing, growing, together, learning, together.... Whatever. I digress... happily, but nevertheless. We twine back in the skin's inbetween spaces, shallow depths of friendship taking new meaning....
Do what you love to do, and those who need to see that, want to know that, will find a way to be there, when you do it, however they feel correct. Words, glances, or carefully modulated silences, presences felt, when they aren't even anywhere, because they're everywhere in themselves, signature similar searching, and it's a note that doesn't mean thank you or i'm here or i understand or what do you need, but means all of that, and none of that, at all... And it's that sympathetic vibration that you know means so much, and sometimes have to lose to notice, and that vibration which interlocks, on such a high level that it will break you. If you don't respect it.
Oingo Boingo - [Who Do You Want To Be]--- I defragmented my hard drive, today... Things are running more smoothly, now. Consolidation.
Later
Ella Fitzgerald - [I've Got You Under My Skin]--- I don't know how to talk about that, really... i just love seeing people i know doing what they love, what fulfills them... and i've not gotten to see that, so much, recently. (A Perfect Circle - [The Hollow (Constantly Consuming Mix)]). Yeah, that's me, sometimes. Need continual input.
Take your fingers, and trail them along ther barest outside edge of who your friend is (because that's what you get, most of the time: that edge, that surface tension), and note the continual change of surface. Realise that, even in that superficial contact, there is the understanding of wants, and the landscape is... oily, slick, muddled, when they, themselves, don't know what they want. The deepest clarity, missed by the lack of immediacy... and that... being there, in contact, as the substance purifies, resolves, defines itself... (Vangelis - [Blush Response]). The closer the contact, then, the better it feels. Watching and registering, as the polluted sheen of fragmented, muddied uncertainty, is replaced my a different kind of clearer consideration of probability... Wrapping your nerves in thick layers of dustwebs, and disolving them, slowly, but surely... Their learning experience. Feeling someone pupate. Dis-location...
Hm. And then, there is the idea of the thing beneath the surface, the sleeper in the sand, and sea, awakening, rising to meet you, and it's alway you... It's always you... but it's other people you know, too... and you strive to share that, and collect that, together, to know each other, on the surface, and maybe slightly below, or intrinsically, if you need to know their wires, feathers, synapse pulse signal to noise. (Death In Vegas - [Twist And Crawl]). Then however much, is never enough, and that's the point.. The continual knowing, growing, together, learning, together.... Whatever. I digress... happily, but nevertheless. We twine back in the skin's inbetween spaces, shallow depths of friendship taking new meaning....
Do what you love to do, and those who need to see that, want to know that, will find a way to be there, when you do it, however they feel correct. Words, glances, or carefully modulated silences, presences felt, when they aren't even anywhere, because they're everywhere in themselves, signature similar searching, and it's a note that doesn't mean thank you or i'm here or i understand or what do you need, but means all of that, and none of that, at all... And it's that sympathetic vibration that you know means so much, and sometimes have to lose to notice, and that vibration which interlocks, on such a high level that it will break you. If you don't respect it.
Oingo Boingo - [Who Do You Want To Be]--- I defragmented my hard drive, today... Things are running more smoothly, now. Consolidation.
Later
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Date: 2004-05-07 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-08 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
They know that you're not theirs, and that you won't be, now just let them know that you're not asking them to change, in any way they don't want to.
*hugs*