Glorious
I love my friends. I mean, I love them with all of me. I love them laughing, screaming, sweaty, barfing, sleeping, running, overeating, dieting, hurting, reconfiguring, breaking down, building shit, creating art, high, sick, tired, gambling, pole dancing, frolicking, fucking up, drunk, birthing, waiting, rescuing, yearning, free and caged. In all states of wellness and hurt. In all hours. I can’t help it. They’re in my blood and wed to my spirit. I crave them in all their madness and beauty. They are my angels and the thorns in my side, and I choose not to disentangle, despite the pricks and scratches and grief that sometimes comes from loving so fiercely. They are worth it all. I’m loyal as a spaniel.
Just thought you should know.
May 18, 2009 at 5:36 pm
I love you too sweetie!!
~J~
May 18, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Thank You…
Know that you are loved as well. I’m so happy to have reconnected with you.
May 18, 2009 at 11:30 pm
Beautifully said. I hope you know I feel the same way. I love you.
May 19, 2009 at 1:04 am
Nothing like the heart of an artist. I love you madly.
May 19, 2009 at 11:05 am
oh thank god
May 19, 2009 at 1:10 pm
It is crazy-making, being wrapped so closely in the love of one’s friends, but a heady thing, too.
Love you, too, babe.
May 19, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Sweetie, I feel exactly the same way. I love you so very much.