Serenity in the Storm

Of my little vacation from the vacation out here in New York, I have spent the strong majority of my time in Central Park. I found one of the coolest trees ever, and made all kinds of new friends climbing around in it and playing around it. I wandered around The Metropolitan Museum of Art (the Met) and saw a very comprehensive exploration of Franscis Bacon's career, as well as Michaelangelo's first painting ever (12 years old, and already the kid was a freaking master). I always forget how incredible it is to be surrounded by some of the most respected and revered paintings in the world. Then, i got to wander around New York with one of the great loves of my life and eat gelato that was so good it could only be described as a mouthgasm. What a fuckin city. I love it. And what a funny thing love is... so damn hard to find, and so much harder to hold on to once found, but DAMN! Once you have loved, it doesn't matter how dark the night gets, how cold and and wet and lonely, there is always a little place in your heart where the fire never dies, because it is tended by forces greater than you. And you need that fire, because there is a particular kind of loneliness that comes with the freedom out there in the wind; a kind of sad solitude that comes from the knowledge that you might well be actively trading a warm bed next to a beautiful woman somewhere for that rough patch of ground you're sleeping on. Oddly enough, the nights I do get to sleep in a real bed are even harder sometimes. Sure, a soft bed is great, but once the lights are out and you're left with only your memories to keep you company, a damn pillow just can't cuddle back... at least with the dirt to keep you company there is some kind of rightiousness in it...or something... And of course, there're always the dreams. That dream that she's somewhere up around that next corner, the gypsy woman that'll tame my wanderin soul and come travel the world with me. Just around the next corner, waitin for me to catch up... Weary thoughts on a cold lonely night in Queens. I guess I'll send this one out to all the women i've loved, and all the ones to come. Thanks for the memories, I still love you all...