As the ringing screaching hums and ooo ooo ooo ooo's of the opera shatter the halls of my skull and I evaluate all my recent events and mishaps and exactly unthought out and spontaneous actions and reprives of miscontent that is me, twiddling my thumbs , racking my brain, doing all the checks and balances that are required day to day.. Im out of check, Im out of Balance.. Im out of Order, lacking purpose, lacking luster, lacking lacking lacking.. and then, another voice rings the halls, a fresh new sound for the audience of one that I am, very smooth, very exciting, its brand new, but its been there for a while.. always just as pretty always as if Id never heard it before, captivating, fascinating, fullfilling.. wow it makes ME feel fullfilled? Me of all people, the one who is always moving , like a shark in search for water to pass his gills.. this feeling, the one I have dropped to my knee's and prayed for so many times, excruciating to ask for simple blessings muchless for one so selfish and arrogant as for someone to make you feel fullfilled... people search always for that feeling, you know, the one where you catch a glance, and though they peer at you, they see into you, read you like a book whose pages you cannot hide, a book you cannot close, and nor would you want to, they made it inside, touched your heart and opened its pages and read from it freely and continue chapter after chapter, and without any encouragement, you didnt even ask them to, undertaken by them alone for the task, they read, every word, every mispunctuated thought, they read on, and you enjoy it, being read, being known, and not known for what you freely show the world, but from all the good things you hide from it, they dug it up, they took the time, they entered via their own accord and they make out the words mispelled within not for what they appear but for what they were meant to be, they know the blank look on your face and what it means and yet never have they been shown it, they know the grin that appears to say "god your a silly one" for what it actually is, the grin of "That was so cute I could hug you".. havent seen it but they know it.. they know you the capricorn whose sign is of the earth and who will look upon any sort of bad happenings and say " Thats sad, but if theyd done this or this or this, then it wouldnt have happened.." prevention not cure they know you and this of you, they know when your mistake is of your own or if it was brought by others for you to make, they see it the way you do, not sad and tragic but eventfull and educational.. Ive been in the clouds sometime.. floating where I ought not be, floating where the air is so thin and you can hardly breathe, suffocating in the clouds, chasing hopeless dreams, untruths and falsehoods... and she cast out a line, with a tiny golden hook , one that catches you by the seat of your pants, and though she is tired and weary from her own battles, she reels and reels to pull you from your own unwisely chosen battle, a battle you have fought and lost and fought again, a battle you spend all your militia upon and with no ground to be gained, no fort to be taken, no spoils of war, no victorious feeling, a battle you fought from the heart with hopes but no expectation, a battle you cannot simply walk away from.. a battle you cannot win.. she reels and reels, tired but she reels on, pulling you ever farther from your position upon the hill top, overlooking your former battlefield in the clouds, the field where waste is laying all around and she reels, pulling you down to earth again, your mind becomes more clear, the air is thicker by the inch as she pulls you down, she reels, her back turned to her very own battles to save you, a friend from yours, she reads on and reels, and her tone fills you with soothing melodic notes, you breathe as she breathes, your getting closer, with no effort, she pulls you closer with hers.. what is she? Is she a savior of sorts? Though she is doing that, she is not a savior.. is she a passing wind that will only take you to another set of cloud ridden desolate battlefields? no she is not, she is firmly on the ground, she is of the earth and not the wind nor the water and certainly no fire, no flame to burn you with, not of the flesh atleast.. no she isnt that, none of that, though she is doing that.. Is she an Angel?
Possibly... Under the Circumstances....
