funny how the past catches up and haunts you, they say it's memories, but mostly i think it's resolution. i'm pottering around mission control, the place is a mess, so i'm moving papers and books, i discover a letter written by a girl i was interested in, we had corresponded a few times and i started to hang our with her a lot, we were very attracted to one another but we had also decided to take things slowly as we were both kinds damaged from earlier relationships. i read the letter, her tiny handwriting, it stirred something inside me, something deep. i don't know, i guess it's what could have been as now we are still good friends, she had a baby, lives down the road but the romantic feelings are not there, we are just friends. reading her letter i got a sense of how much pain she must have been in and what a strange character i must have been for her. i never conformed to the traditional male aggressive hunter type taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. i think that was all she had known. my whole approach to women is different, especially if i really like them.
anyway's reading this letter took me back to a time of full moon escapades, cocaine nights and adventures with my friend. we were both in love but it was not the love of lovers, it was like a boy and girl innocently exploring a world with all it's strange wonders and dangers, they could have written a book about us, a fantasy type book about a kung fu warrior type who becomes enchanted by a elven princess.
that princess was agent stone. she's still my friend i'm happy to say although we had some awkward moments where we never saw one another for years. i went down a different path and she went down motherhood. i usually throw away old love letters but i wanna keep this one, cos it's really soulful and takes me back to the days we would jump over rocks whacked out on strange drugs, looking at the moon at 1am in the morning, searching for kingdom that lays between worlds. that silvery path cast by the moon upon the water, that was our path.
sometimes we would go clubbing, strange fetish clubs and parties, i'd be trashed and agent stone would always get me home, she just liked to dance and play with the elf boys, me i was there for the ride, i still am, travelling along in the passenger seat with her, although the magickal kingdoms are my domain now.
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