Kiss

After a long and relatively unsatisfactory (but not without merit) strategic planning session today, I should have blogged...should have written something I wanted to capture for posterity or for that elusive novel I'd like to write. Instead, I spent more time leaving comments on others' blogs than writing in my own.

I'd not make a good polititian, regardless of my opinions and attitudes and ideas. I lose the 'burning flames of passion' about most issues before I act on them. I have passion, but I fear burning myself out if I allow myself to feed the passion.

Sometimes, I wish I'd just decide which direction to take. I write this blog primarily as a way to record my thoughts, create a resource for content for my one-day novel, and as a means to allow myself to decompress. I need to write more fiction and stop focusing so heavily on soapbox commentary. I pledge to myself: more fiction, poetry, and apolitical essay. Starting soon.

A kiss. A remarkable kiss. Something that touches me at the edge of my humanity, and makes me more human. How can I share that sense of safety, that sense of danger, that sense of wonder that erupts with this kiss? And who is this, this invader, this interloper, who offers a kiss without approval? Am I dreaming this, or am I looking backward to a life I never knew...or forward, to a life I'll never know?