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does he know?

what it means? when he writes those words ('i love you') in that tiny little box on the screen? does he understand what it entails? i honestly think that my very dearest and oldest friend, that rodeo-loving gal, had him pegged right on when she said he didn't know how to love. just depend. that's all he knows. and i see it now. so so clearly. now that i no longer need an excuse to escape, i see things unobscured.

i'm baffled really. and i wonder if this ... this ... hiatus i seem to have taken from him ... is some sort of test i have subconsciously decided to put him thru. perhaps? and so far ... he is failing miserably. he makes no efforts. takes no initiative. never an off-line message from him unless i leave one for him first. and ... weak. so very weak. like the baby bird waiting, mouth opened, for sustenance. that's him.

do i want that? when i have my lupin? one who can wine and dine with ambassadors and also survive roughing it in the woods? do i really want the one who is afraid of people? so much so that he has no vocation, no job, no career, no income. a grown man. so afraid of life that he has not really lived. do i want to continue the coddling dependence his mother began? a man who's sole occupation is just sitting at his computer waiting for people to chat with him? who's entire schedule is governed by his parents? in his 40s and still living by mommy and daddy's rules because he cannot make it on his own. sad. twisted. sick, in a way.

that is not a partner. more like a dependent. how can that hold any attraction for me? is it mean to think that way?

this guy sounds like a real emotional retard. (You must really love him...)

yes - emotional retard is exactly it! love him? um ... no, not that one. thought i did when i first met him. but i see now that i really was in love with the escape he represented.

that said, he is a sweet tragic figure - the type a girl would be inclined to feel sorry for and want to rescue.

love him. still stuck on those words. ummmm ... love him the way you would love a sweet sad puppy that you see at the humane society. the one that desperately begs you with his eyes to be rescued. but ... i am seeing that this is not the sort of love that could sustain a partnership. how can it? so much dependence ... too much.

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  • I'm velvet
  • From the bleeding eyes of hell
  • fury wrapped in a daffodil, confused, undecided, wild child, indigo child, impatient, insomniac, rebellious, outspoken, artistic, restless, bored with routine, i love change, afraid of commitment, i work to live - not live to work, claustrophobic, perfectionist, odd and maybe downright wierd, anxious and maybe a l'il (ok, a lot) neurotic, dichotomous, a teensy bit vitrolic, prone to nastiness, a maverick and a cynic, highly intuitive, sensual, erotic, intense, spiritual -- NOT religious, a bitch, a wordsmith, poet, storyteller, addict, mother, caregiver, dog lover, voracious reader, Mac person, Coke drinker, cannibis appreciator, clean freak, prone to hissy fits, attitude - i got one, fav. colour: red, perfume: estee lauder pleasures exotic, voluptuous, afraid of falling asleep, afraid of the dark, hate being touched, still get flashbacks - PTSD, nite hawk, into fetishes, got a sadomasochistic streak in me
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what is this place?

    a place of death, discovery, duality, denial, creation

    The people: VELVET, LUPIN, 'HE'

    VELVET - that's me!

    LUPIN - the one and only, the wolf i married: selfless and giving, strong, independent, sophisticatedly bold, unafraid, addicted, mistrustful, melancholy, worldly. sort of like james bond in the real. an undiscovered GENIUS. and HOT ... really HOT.

    'HE' - the other one: weak, dependent, passive, afraid of his own shadow, egocentric, naive and sheltered. has low-set ears. a fantasy i followed and fixated on. a MIRAGE.

    this place - it's where i come to write about my life-blood: my marriage, this thing that buoys me in life's most violent and despairng tempests.

    so much so, that i wonder: how can anyone remain partner-less in life?

    truly ... how tragic. i would not be one-tenth the woman i am now if not for my marriage, my lupin and the lovely fruit i have borne.

    what a simple realization! the culmination of three processes: LISTEN, READ, SEE.

    LISTENING to the sound of myself. its amazing what we can hear, you know, if we only stop and listen. really listen.

    my body - right down to the cellular level - has so much knowledge. and wisdom. and memory. unlike the mind, the body never forgets.

    READING others. that's what i do. ever since, as a little girl, my mother used to fly into her psychotic and extremely vitriolic PMS fits.

    funny - its so easy to get inside the minds of others, based on ques like body language, tone of voice, energy emission, even.

    then why is is sooo hard to read myself?

    SEEING myself and, as a result, the world at large, in a whole new light. its that blinding elucidation. you know? when you are skulking about in a dark corner and the suddenly someone turns the lights on?

    and your pupils are so large from being in the darkness for so long that its uncomfortable to see the light?

    and so, you imagine what lies beyond the darkness ... in the light. at first maybe you think you see something. you're convinced.

    in the moment that is your truth. but as the darkness fades ... as your pupils contract. clarity comes to focus. and your truth ... it evolves.