Monday...(Where Are You David)
Sitting with my legs crossed on the rock, Camp Freedom...Camp Lewis...not sure, a mixture. The WindWarrior has his back to me, he's telling me silently that he is finished. He's married, don't I KNOW he's married. Why do I do this to him, make him wish....make him dream. Make him sing. He's writing a song for me, but will I let HER sing it, instead. She has such a pretty voice, such a pretty girl, such a prett world.......Suddenly I can look down and see everybody at the same time (is this how Gods do it, omnipresent knowledge) but nobody is looking for me. They don't care I've gone.
Morgan's shoe is untied. I wanna tie it, but he says no way. Too old for that sort of thing. Don't need any moms or babysitters not even for a minute. So, I let him run off with the rest of them, and when he falls I just close my eyes. "GO AWAY. YOU DONT NEED ME. I NEED EVERY ONE OF THEM!" Trying to make a list on the back of a Victoria's Secret bag. People to call. They're jumbled. I want to call everyone at the same time so that nobody can tell somebody else what I said and mess it up. Want them to all hear the words EXACTLY.
Continous echo in the background....Dan's voice (he's been around alot lately, folding that paper flower....blue....really blue) telling me something I don't want to hear....."You invented this life you're living, and now you have to deal with your situations. One at a time, one at a time, one at a time..........one"