My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

designed by jo naz

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

 

I really think this needs described here... for the sheer hilarity of the situation it needs to be made at least semi-concrete for reference purposes.

So andrew was talking to his parents today and accidentally allowed his ring to be shown on the webcam.

Parents: So what, you're wearing a wedding ring now?
Andrew: Not quite....
Parents: So whose the girl? (haha)
Andrew: This beautiful redhead
Parents: You wish!
Andrew: She's beautiful and intelligent and is going to make hundreds of thousands of dollars every year.
Parents: You must be dreaming.

...oh.my.god.. that is so funny.

I'm not sure whether I'm actually worried about gaining the acceptance of Andrew's parents. I suppose it depends on what perspective I look at the situation from. If I look at it as the perspective of the girl in love with Andrew, I realize that he could very nearly (but not quite) care less what his parents say about me... If I look at the situation as the girl who wants to be accepted into Andrew's life (which must, inherently, include familial life) I am terrified at the notion that they may or may not see in me what he does. Perhaps their overprotection will translate into hating me in spite of who I am.. I will always be myself for them, and will always honestly display my love for Andrew, unless he requests otherwise. I will, of course, be well behaved. No sexual jokes or inappropriate language. Laugh at things I may or may not find funny, and don't argue with too many opinions too violently. He's already told me the tricks. Clearly display my unabashed care for andrew, display a basic knowledge in the things that interest them, and overall just be polite and personable. I know all of this.. and I trust in myself, and yet somehow these doubts remain. I get the impression that they may always remain. Even with a blessing to our relationship, I doubt I could help but feel that my first impressions will never be changed. I will always be ditzy. Of course, that doesn't matter to the person who really matters; none of this silliness does. I matter to the person who really matters... Our happiness matters. Perhaps I'm an overachiever? Perhaps.

If I could give an exclusive noun to the relationship between andrew and I, it would be capitalized and more specific than the general definition of love. The general definition of love is not absolute, timeless, and perfect. Our love is all of those things and more.

I love you |10:58 PM