Sunday, April 5, 2009


The stage lights go out and I return to who I am... I start to wonder at just how insane life really is… there is a glass of scotch waiting and the cushion between friends to protect me… how do I become so vulnerable?

I speak from the stage in urgent appeal... with an unspoken promise… off the stage I retreat behind the veil of flesh and struggle with identity… which is the real me? Where is the union?

It is early morning and the long drive out of the city is quiet… she smiles a slight smile and sighs while I gaze into the bright lights of the oncoming traffic… the question is moments away…

Is it unfaithful to still hurt now?

Jennifer grips the wheel and drives through my silence…

Is it unfaithful to hurt in love?