As one door closes another opens
I have known people in my life, who at the time felt so necessary and looking back at those people as I recall them —those that now …. I can almost hardly remember anything about them; not even the places we shared and what lesson I can glean from this is about the power that I conjured and gave away; and how the mother of invention is only conceived as necessary
the power was always there. in me
the inventor invents as necessary
faith is a power within and
as Charlotte held the torch for me, dear reader, I draw strength from you
and this I think as Jörn pulls up to the structure ….as it seems almost like something from some other world
He stops the Volvo before a monolithic silo that appears to be three stories high
It is still blazing hot even with the sun going down, and the dimming light reflects off the metal of the structure, dwarfing the stables and barn beside it
We get out and I turn to look up at him,
“what is this?” I start to laugh but it’s too hot and I stop and then, as he pulls off his shirt, over ripples of sinewy muscle my laugh caught and I look within those vampire eyes ….and I realize ….no, he is not one of those, I know within myself ….no, he is bonded to me, imprinted upon my soul itself which I have always known since I first ever saw him in my feverish and strange dreams
No….he is a part of me no matter how at times he enrages me
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