Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Blessing This Morning

I played around with my Myspace profile after finding a photo of Robert Johnson's crossroads. Tonight, I fall asleep listening to his damnation. Sometimes I feel close to his pain; he hurts like I hurt. His gifts are large, but he always feels wanting. I know I can write a bit, but it never seems to bear sweet fruit, only bitter berries of pain. When I lie awake at night, sometimes I wish to go quickly just so I won't feel any more. I don't think I'd be so down if I didn't feel totally alone as much as I do. Too much solitude is as sickening as none. We're social creatures, but it seems I'm not.

2 comments:

Xiporah said...

Hey Thomas. I know what it's like to lay awake at night. Turn one way, you see a wall, Another, the ceiling, and maybe a computer. I've dealt with that a lot.

I also know what it's like to be socialized to death. I wish I could offer you some advice, but I don't feel I have the answers. I just wanted to stop by and say that, "I'm reading, and I care."

Again, I ask you to forgive me for being a horrible friend lately

Thomas Jackson said...

Reading and care are good. Thank you, it helps.