I was getting ready to get offline when a friend of mine I hadn't talked to since the fall IMed me. He wanted to know what I thought of a poem of his he'd written rather spontaneously earlier. It amazed me how well it fit in with my life as of late. What do you guys think about it? "My words confine and bind me, they, small but winding, delay the purpose which most drives me- to bring to some fruition the pinnacle of life's condition, the noble state and steady fate of one of God's creations- a love that's ever binding. In other words, I'm lonely- no fair maid in piteous distress to save no Madonna wreathed in final apparel to satisfy my listless and disconsolate heart, for my soul is small and lost. What then my fate, what then my treasure? If love shall not to me come running, shall then I be forced to trail? What ardorous fate, what heinous fickle end of mine This must not be the way I go, surely there is more to mine than solitary paths and endless twines which bachelor mind and undecided lifeless grind do bring to bear on single men as I. Woe then to them who's tongues fly not, who's flights of fancy lie deep within the breast, forever doomed? to fancies chasing and endless false daemons praising. May they not follow in ever helpless hope the trappings of once true heart's racing. Often shouldered and shoved into the cold, often overlooked and crucified by beauty that is young and hearts that were always unencumbered with woes not tailored to their fate they stride upon a darkened heath and wait for love that's true and bold. What else could pierce time's cold? What satisfies love's abating but the forgivable- if endless- waiting the time which spent shall not be seen by friendly beacons in the night, set to bring a lost traveler ashore. Left bereft, to dry and wither left to die, the loneliness left to die without destruction, caught amidst it's own abduction with coldness and most just revulsion cast down into an unceremonious grave, it lives to trouble my wandering spirit no more. I in happiness find comfort companionship by any means seems better than that fate, simply let me not at others deprivation fulfill my paramount desire." David and Stephen you two should know better than others how well this applys to my wreck of a mind lately. Anyway, if anyone wants to read any of his other works or anything like that you can find him at www.livejournal.com/users/louishopen/ and he wants to hear comments and I know this hits home for a few other people too. Now I think I might actually get some sleep after all you guys know how much I needed that. It sounds like I might see him in the fall too, yay! Everyone loves massages apparantly.