Out of the Ashes

"could you please let me up from underneath your foot now?" ac

"It doesn't interest me whatyou do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts desires. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of just being alive. It doesn't interest me what planetes are surrounding your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or if you have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hid, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with the wilderness and let ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. I want to know if you can disapoint another and still be true

"wasn't it the way that our laughs filled the night and how our conversation felt so fresh, that made everything seem to finally feel so right. and now it is all seeming to come to such an abrupt stop - faster then this started (even though I knew this was inevitable) . . . it stops with you following a dream that you deserve so very much and me none the wiser to the what might have been. you've become so close to me in such a short time that i feel i've known you for years... and still i guess this will be as far as i get to telling you my true thoughts and feelings . . . for now" ac